| I leave the house every morning at eight
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| And I work pretty hard for the money I made
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| But it’s clear to see — You don’t appreciate
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| All the things, that I did for You, baby
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| Well, You want some of these, or You want some of those
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| The more money I make, the faster it goes
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| And You don’t say — thanks for those new pretty clothes
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| And all the things I do for You, baby
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| Why can’t You see
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| Just what You’re doing to me
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| Baby, it’s true —
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| All what I’m doing
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| I’m doing for You
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| Maybe You think 'cos I work with my hands
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| That I’m not as smart as some of the men
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| But I pray every night, that You’ll understand —
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| All the things I do for You, baby
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| Why can’t You see
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| Just what You’re doing to me
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| Baby, it’s true —
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| All what I’m doing
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| I’m doing for You
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| When I’m in need of somebody to hold
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| One caress when I’m feeling cold
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| You can’t afford to tell me no
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| With all the things I do for You, baby
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| With all the things I do for You, baby |