| I know someday I’ll discover
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| One who will be my true lover
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| I’ll tell her right from the start
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| If you want my heart
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| You know what you got to do
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| You got to work, work, work baby
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| You got to work, work, work baby
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| If I’m a hard lovin' daddy
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| You can be tall, short or fatty
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| You can be any ol' size
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| As long as you’re wise
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| And you know what you gotta do
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| If I maintain my employment
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| You should supply the enjoyment
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| Long as I stay on the job
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| Your heart ought to throb
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| You know what you gotta do
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| If you want in on my money
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| Tell me I’m fine, call me «honey»
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| I’ll give you shoes for your feet
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| And something to eat
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| But you know what you got to do
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| When I sit down on your sofa
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| You better be no loafer
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| I’ll tell you now
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| There’s no doubt -- you’re lazy, you’re out
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| And you know what you got to do |