| Well I’m work shy, I’m wild-eyed
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| So shut that door when the baby cries
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| And keep me well fed, give me warm bread
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| Lay my body on a feather bed
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| And spoil me, Angeline
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| Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline
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| Maybe someday, some way
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| Somewhere in the future there’s more pay
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| Give me more cash, bring me sour mash
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| Peel me a grape and fetch my stash
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| And bite me, Angeline
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| Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline
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| You’ve got to swing that hammer, punch that card
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| Angeline I love you when you work so hard
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| Swing that hammer and sew my jeans
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| Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean
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| Well I talk tough, I act rough
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| Lay still honey I can’t get enough
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| And keep your nose clean, let me be
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| On your knees when you speak to me
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| And trust me, Angeline
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| And talk real dirty and I’ll make you scream Angeline |