I Work Hard For What I Got
Plenty Overtime
When I Clock Out I'm Worn And Beat Down

But Still Ready To Fly
(Here You Come With Those )
Unsteady Eyes

Like You Been Looking For Something You Cannot Find
Right Through Me
Like My Fruit Ain't Fit For Makin' Pie


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You Got To

Earn My Affection
Put Your Back Into It
Before We Get This Show On The Road

Don't Make Me
Lose All My Self Respect
I Ain't Desperate Yet So

Come On Now Stop Actin' Out And Act Like You Know

You're A Beautiful Mess

But Every Attic Has A Treasure
And I Been Known, To Throw My Apron On
And Scrub To Reveal A Shine

(Let The Good Lord Have)
Mercy On You
Before I Do

If You Were In The Area And Just Passing Through
Come Correctly, Come Strong And Don't Drag Your Good Foot Behind


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You Set A Pretty Table And Serve Me Raw Meat

Ask Me To Your Show But Don't Save Me A Seat
Say Together We Can Sail, Then Add Me To Your Fleet
The Perfect Pair Of Pants Are Ruined With The


Addition-Of-A-Pleat
I Demand A Flat Surface

Where I Can
Firmly-Plant-My-Feet
And Stand

It's My Democratic Right To Say Man You Should...

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