| I work hard for what I got
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| Plenty overtime
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| When I clock out I’m worn and beat down
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| But still ready to fly
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| Here you come with those unsteady eyes
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| Like you been looking for something you cannot find
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| Right through me, like my fruit ain’t fit for making pie
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| You’ve got to earn my affection
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| Put your back into it
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| Before we get this show on the road
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| Don’t make me lose all my self-respect
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| I ain’t desperate yet so
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| Come on now, stop acting out and act like you know
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| You’re a beautiful mess
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| But every attic has a treasure
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| And I been known, to throw my apron on
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| And scrub to reveal a shine
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| Let the good lord have mercy on you
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| Before I do
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| If you were in the area and just passing through
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| Come correctly, come strong and don’t drag your good foot behind
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| You’ve got to earn my affection
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| Put your back into it
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| Before we get this show on the road
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| Don’t make me lose all my self-respect
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| I ain’t desperate yet so
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| Come on now, stop acting out and act like you know
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| You set a pretty table and serve me raw meat
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| Ask me to your show but don’t save me a seat
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| Say together we can sail, then add me to your fleet
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| The perfect pair of pants are ruined with the addition of a pleat
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| I demand a flat surface where I can firmly plant my feet
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| And stand, it’s my democratic right to say man you should…
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| You’ve got to earn my affection
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| Put your back into it
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| Before we get this show on the road
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| Don’t make me lose all my self-respect
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| I ain’t desperate yet so
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| Come on now, stop acting out and act like you know |