Tired, tired, dog ass tired Tired down to the bone I've did a 40 hour week At the Quik-E-Mart And another 35 at home
Dead, dead, the walking dead Dead right on my feet I like to put on my pajamas And go to bed But no one In the house would eat
If I go to work I have to makeup my whole face And if once a month I wanna shoot the whole damn place Well I just have to deal If I bring home the bacon I have to fry it up in a pan I ain't saying that It's easier to be a man But let's get real When we get drunk We do it in heels
Dirty, dirty My house is so dirty I've forgotten What it looked like clean It's so sad that my husband Went blind and can't see The dishes sitting There in the sink
Loving, loving He'd like a little loving And I'd like to Fulfill his dreams But right now I'm so tired Him fixing that oven Is a sexier thing to me
If I go to work I have to makeup my whole face And if once a month I wanna shoot the whole damn place Well I just have to deal If I bring home the bacon I have to fry it up in a pan I ain't saying that It's easier to be a man But let's get real When we get drunk We do it in heels
Yeah, they might be in style But until you've walked that mile You'll never know how hard it is To keep yourself from falling When you're up there And you're carrying it all and
On the tightrope of my life The men and the babies And the 9 to 5 I might've looked sexy While I'm juggling But I'm struggling
If we go to work I have to makeup our whole face And if once a month We wanna shoot the whole damn place Well we just have to If I bring home the bacon I have to fry it up in a pan I ain't saying that It's easier to be a man But let's get real When we get drunk We do it in 5-inch, platform Louboutins, stilleto pumps We do it, we do it in heelsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
