“Can I Come Back Home” - back to music
Jane’s pulling sheets all over this town
A one-time honey, who gets around
Set up to do great things, but she fell down
Thrown out in the jungle and she hides beneath her bed
Spit up by the city And soon we’ll find her, dead

She can’t make it on her own
A high school hangover
Pleading momma, can I come back home?

Robin’s alone in her lavish hotel
A loud mouth women, who wont take no shit
She’s fueled up on the big streets baby
She’s got a lot of money, but she ain’t got no love
Packed her bags for New York City, sure she’d find another one
But it’s easier said then done

She can’t make it on her own
A wrong move left the Queen alone
Now she’s screaming love, can I come back home?

It’s hard on a gal to handle the weight
Big men in suits playing king of the hill
It’s easier said then done
Being spit up by the city ain’t no fun

They can’t make it on their own
Leftover ladies
Pleading momma, can I come back home?