Waiting here for the working day to end
Five o'clock and those walls just move in closer
You get home so down and worn out
It's understood
Ya, it fits ya good, oh fits ya good
Ya, it fits ya good
Was a time you were bringing me down
But I know it's just the way you live your life
But you don't know like I know, baby
I did all that I could
Now it fits ya good, oh fits ya good
Ya, it fits ya good
Written by:
B. Adams
J. Vallance
© 1997 bryan adams
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