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 

chorus 
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 

chorus 

you set a pretty table and serve me raw meat 
ask me to the 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…. 

Chorus<br><br>Thanks to thudord