Wrote A Song For You - Douwe Bob

I go to work, you call it play

You say it should be weekend on a Saturday

You tell me I should get a real job and stay with you

I leave the house a mess, I guess I’m blind

You feel you’re talking to me like it’s pantomime

I know you think you’re never really on my mind at all

Hey, hey

I wrote a song for you, come on

Hey, hey

I wrote a song for you, come on

I come home late at night

You’re rudely awakened by the bedroom light

I promised you I wouldn’t be late, baby know that I try

I can’t afford a diamond ring

And I may not be your father’s friend

And I may not be able to pay the rent again, and I’m sorry

But hey, hey

I wrote a song for you, come on

Hey, hey

I wrote a song for you, come on

Foolish games in dressing rooms

Typing words for men in suits, you know

Some might say we’re worlds apart

And I reply we’re close at heart, you see

Hey, hey

I wrote a song for you, come on

Hey, hey

I wrote a song