Holes barely spent crossed T's never read
Etching away 'til the end of the day
Save up for the rest
And you'll hope for the next

Hot spill cheap thrill
You're the last of the line
And wasted your time
You're too eager to stall
A bit too sure of it all
But left with your empty fate
You pick up a paperweight
So work it, baby, work it
Work it, baby, work it

Mix and blend
Words are written again and again
Oh, cycle the air you swallow and stare
Alone at the setting sun
Well there goes another one counting down
For a night on the town

Now work it, baby, work it
Work it, baby, work it
Yeah, work it, baby, work it work it, baby

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