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Bend over backwards, make me shout
And work that pussy, in and out
Movin' their body with plenty of action
Bringin' to the men more
Or could be canned
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well living with a lying man
Could never really hurt
But living
of action
Bringin' to the men more satisfaction
Doin' what they feel to turn us out
Just work that pussy all the way out!
[BM] Shake
fashion shoe,
Found his daddy's hat.
And he found little Muley and Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats,
They've been tractored out by
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
could do no wrong
You'd come home from work
And I jumped in your arms when I saw you (I was so excited)
I was so happy (so happy to see you, so happy
could do no wrong
You'd come home from work
And I jumped in your arms when I saw you (I was so excited)
I was so happy (so happy to see you, so happy
Vamos a tequila, senorita, bonita
I really need it now
I got no tengo dinero, caballero
Say can we work it out
First time I meet her
I wanted
meal with you bro
And all I ask you in return is keep it real with me yo
Now some of you can't go to work but some of you cowards are fine
Bums beg in
Got a maid from the lands of north
A wife from lands so strange
The work of gods was at last replaced
By days and nights of men
She wakes beside me
left home
Tired old men
Spin tales of when
A man could work
And hold his head up high
Ghosts roam this town
With pockets full of rye they'd all
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
a shame….
You've been passed up many times by the men in their suits;
You're getting' fed up!
It's startin' to rain. (It's startin' to rain!)
Where the men
and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sew a bit
Though mum does too I must admit
[ VERSE 2 ]
He wouldn't go to school, but he had to survive
So he went out and got him a 9 to 5
Although he was lazy, he had to work
Cause he had
When I say my prayers
Ah ah ah ah
Aint that I mean working
Work and me are travellers
Journey in together
To the promise land
But old men sorrows
March
Vamos a tequila, senorita, bonita
I really need it now
I got no tengo dinero, caballero
Say can we work it out
First time I meet her
I wanted
diamonds
And why men buy them
What's so impressive about a diamond
Except the mining?
But it's dangerous work
Trying to get to you, too
And I think
me
Ah, so you've discussed me
I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!
I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
So men say that I'm intense
[ VERSE 2 ]
He wouldn't go to school, but he had to survive
So he went out and got him a 9 to 5
Although he was lazy, he had to work
Cause he had
keep the stock rolling by diesel and steam,
To the cleaners and shunters who work night and day,
And the track laying gangs on the permanent way.
A toast
High, yet the flyest
Drawn beyond the veil by His kindness
All men cursed, and sick, we know the sinus
Blindness is why they ask where the sign is
insane?
Ain't a fuckin' bum slingin' dope and huffin' paint
I been out here grindin' for my shit, don't need a thing
Actin' like I'm finna try to go out
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