Home (I'm Home)
(La la la la la La la la la la...)
He don't have to work at his job no more
He don't have to be like he was before
Got more money than he can spend somebody took good care of him
And he's home, ah, that boy's home
She don't have to worry bout the size or her weight
She don't have to worry bout the wrinkles on her face
Got her a man life is sweet there's prettier girls still walkin' the streets
But she's home ah that girl's home
(La la la la la La la la la la...)
I don't have to run if I wanna stay
And I don't have to do what people say
Found my place in the sun I do what I like and I like what I've done
And I'm home ah this boy's home
by: José Duarte