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My baby making grits on the stove Wait 'til daddy gets home The house is empty, we're all alone The kids are at school, I'ma tell you what I do I'll bet that you ain't got a clue I been working third shift, thinking 'bout the grip That I'm about to put onto you I'm a lucky, lucky man, and my boss understands I'm clocking out early for you, ma'am Oh, baby You don't understand Ain't no 9-to-5 gonna keep me away from you Your love, ooh Your love is mighty good, baby And I can't wait, oh, I can't wait to get back home to you You, babe You been waiting all night to see those headlights Coming up the driveway, ooh I hope you got a lot of rest 'cause I'm about to test Your stamina my way I see you whipping up the eggs, but, ooh, those legs You're standing on your tippy toes Add the bacon on the side, ooh, that's right It's like my own private cooking show Letras de cancionesOh, oh Oh, baby You don't understand Ain't no 9-to-5 gonna keep me away from you Your love, ooh Your love is mighty good, baby And I can't wait, oh, I can't wait to get back home to you You, babe From Letras Mania