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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