I got home about three a.m., Working my fingers to the bone. My woman’s waiting up for me, Gonna put me through the third degree. "where you been? who you seen? " Is all she wants to know. I can’t lie to save my life ’cause I got nothin’ to hide.
Let me tell you what’s been on my mind. You been in the city again. I ain’t lyin’, baby, I saw you on your high horse, Walkin’ along like you didn’t belong To any self-respecting man. Is that the way you’re gonna repay All the love that I’ve given to you?
It’s a wind-up, wind-up, Wind up accusin’ me. (repeat) Wind me up.
Maybe we should start all over again - That’s the best advice. Meet me halfway, and I’ll be there - I been there so long, and now I’m coming home for rest. I’m ok, how about you? Everything I said, baby, was true. We only got ourselves to blame - Makin’ our bed is just a part of the game.
It’s a wind-up, wind-up, Wind up accusin’ me. Baby, it’s a wind-up, wind-up, Wind-up for you and me. (repeat) You want me, you want me to be.
You gotta stop what you do. Wind-up, wind-up, I don’t need no more of your lies. Wind-up, wind-up. I gotta stop now. Wind-up, wind-up.
Compositores: Steven Upton, Trevor James Bolder (Trevor Bolder), Lawrence Mark Wisefield (Laurie Wisefield), Andrew John Powell (Andrew Powell) ECAD: Obra #9991881