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Well its half past eight and youre running late Ill just put this meal in the oven till you get here then well eat Uncork the wine and give it some time Well toast when you get here hopefully by nine It mustve been a long day but its worth the pay Can you pick up another bottle when youre on your way Dinner at eight oh your always running late I hope Im not all wasted when you get home Dinner at eight oh the meal tastes pretty great another Saturday dinner date all alone Its quarter past ten and Im drunk again I was sober an hour ago, but now you wouldnt know Dinners in the fridge second shelf with the blue lid Im sorry there isnt more there was a full dish before Candles burning low Ill give it a blow I'l light it up when I hear your truck and youre walking back through the door Dinner at eight oh your always running late I hope Im not all wasted when you get home Dinner at eight oh the meal tastes pretty great another Saturday dinner date all alone
Writer(s): Gracie Grieshop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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