Somebody told me "Boy, everything she wants is everything she sees" I guess I must have loved you Because I said you were the perfect girl for me Baby, and now we're six months older And everything you want, and everything you see Is out of reach, not good enough I don't know what the hell you want from me, oh
Somebody tell me, oh Won't you tell me? Why I work so hard for you Give you money Work to give you money (oh)
Ooh
Some people work for a living Some people work for fun Girl, I just work for you They told me marriage was a give-and-take Well, you've shown me you can take, you've got some giving to do
Uh-huh, uh-huh, oh-oh, oh-oh Ah-ha, ah-ha, doo-doo-doo I can't work any harder than I do (la, la, la, la, la)