Work for me
Do what I tell you to do
Work for me

Do what I want you to do

I am not an apple

I am not a plum
You can't know the wealth of my seat
You'll sleep on the pipeline

And rise with the sun
Meet the moon on your feet


See the holy roller
Set to rollin'
Rollin' home on a bone

Wearing lace on his face
He don't make me shake
He don't make me vain

I want a man
Had to work for his name


You are not a cripple
And it ain't like you'll run
Yet you stand

With your axe in the shade
This island is ripe
And you have your axe

I want to see you cry
Making my lemonade


See the holy roller rollin' home
In a hot air balloon
Living on the love

Of a lofty birth place
You won't see me swoon
You won't see me shy

I want a man make my
Apple pie