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Work - Somebody told me:
Boyeverything she wants is everything she sees.I guess I must have loved you
Because I said you were the perfect girl for me.
Babyand now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reachnot good enough.I don't know what the hell you want from me.
Somebody tell me - won't you tell me -
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you moneywork to give you money.
Some people work for a livingsome people work for fun
Girl
I just work for you.
They told me marriage was a give and take
Wellyou've shown me you can takeyou've got some giving to do.
And now you tell me that you're having my baby
I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to.
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enoughthen how can it be good enough for two'I can't work any harder than I do.
Somebody tell me - won't you tell me - . . .
Ohwhy do I do the tings I do? I'd tell you if I knew.
My God
I don't even think that I love you !
Won't you tell me? Give you moneywork to give you money.
Workworkworkworkworkworkwork.
Somebody tell me - won't you tell me - . . .
Somebody tell me - won't you tell me - . . .
Somebody tell me - won't you tell me why I do the tings I do?
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