Testo 3rd Shift

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
Oh, 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