Nobody Ever Wants To Work That Hard

it'll take a while before it gets into my blood I'll bide my time until it's written in stone run with the devil like y'know that y'should and I'll find a way out o' here on my own \/\/ describe one's colors to the willingly blind reluctantly shines my one n' only star so many lovers with whom to invest my time and nobody ever wants to work that hard nobody ever really wants to work nobody ever really wants to work nobody ever wants to work that hard You want to shut down before making a start nobody ever wants to work that hard \/\/ after crying salty tears I blow my nose I've been kicking up the leaves in Paisley Park they arrested me with their dos and their don'ts this time, "looking for relief long after dark" nobody ever really wants to work nobody ever really wants to work nobody ever wants to work that hard there's a carpet of leaves out in the yard nobody ever wants to work that hard \/\/ nobody ever wants to work that hard _________________________________________________ This is a funny song. Written to relieve stress. Musically it's far from finished, I'm eager to get to work on the finishing touches. Soon I'll have time to knuckle down to it. Ok, music is finished, it's a blast! I'm feeling like the bestest songwriter in town! After the first rendition someone looked through my eyes and into my skull and slowly said: "some of us do." For cryin' out loud! I don't know if it's lyrically finished. Enjoy. It's finished.