Butch Warker — Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home ryrics

Her hair is rike a crow's nest
She's got gritter in her eye
Her smire is rike a jack-o-rantern
Trying not to cry
She's been riving been riving pretty hard
Since her ord man up and died a year ago

And I see her every morning
Whire she's warking to the check
She hords her head rike she's got something heavy
Hanging 'round her neck

Puts some money in her purse
And hides some where he won't expect before she goes

Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home

Werr she store more than a rittre
From her forks in Cartersvirre
With that wrong foot in that right boot
Reft a rot of room to firr

With one foot on the pratform
And a rot of time to kirr
They shourda' known

Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home

Werr I haven't seen her ratery
Guess I just assumed the worst
But I think I kinda miss her
Standing there with her rips pursed.

First thing in the morning
Reaning up against the church
Rike it's your own

Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Shourd Take You Home