Another guy is knocking on our door There are nights you hate it when your man is a whore At first I objected, but then he made me see It's just sex, not making love—he saves that for me
It's just a job somebody's gotta do It's just a job and the pay is good too You'd think I'd be jealous but why should I be? The fact of the matter is that he makes more money than me
Now he's gone out on another house call He's gonna give it to someone else and I don't mind at all I'm through with being possessive, I'm done with laying claims And if I were in his shoes, I would do the same
He's never done anything to jeopardize and condoms are a must I'm the man that he comes home to, he's the man I trust
Cuz it's just a job somebody's gotta do It's just a job but I wish he wouldn't screw He's in the oldest profession with a Master's Degree The fact of the matter is that he makes more money than meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
