Now I may never be a preacher cause I don′t know how to save And I could not be a lawyer although I know it pays And by no means be the President I don't have that kind of head And I could not be a doctor no way cause I freak when I see red
There′s just one thing on my mind I get off on I'd like to work for you that's what I′d like to do
I could love you in the evening and kiss you all the night And wake you up in the mornin′ with a touch I'm sure you′d like Make sure you took your vitamins and dried ya when you're soakin′ wet Take you out to dinner and you could take it off my check I don't care to climb a mountain and I′ve long since gave up trees I don't care to sail the ocean cause I'd get sick of the sea I don′t want to fly like birds do God did not give me wings And I could not be an artist I′d just waste time and paint There's just one thing on my mind I get off on I′d like to work for you that's what I′d like to do I'd like to work for you that′s what I'd like to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
