I work hard for what I got Plenty overtime When I clock out I'm worn and beat down But still ready to fly ( here you come with those ) unsteady eyes like you been looking for something you cannot find right through me like my fruit ain't fit for makin' pie chorus you got to earn my affection put your back into it before we get this show on the road don't make me lose all my self respect I ain't desperate yet so come on now stop actin' out and act like you know you're a beautiful mess but every attic has a treasure and I been known, to throw my apron on and scrub to reveal a shine (let the good lord have) mercy on you before I do if you were in the area and just pa**ing through come correctly, come strong and don't drag your good foot behind chorus you set a pretty table and serve me raw meat ask me to the show but don't save me a seat say together we can sail, then add me to your fleet the perfect pair of pants are ruined with the addition-of-a-pleat I demand a flat surface Where I can Firmly-plant-my-feet And stand It's my democratic right to say man you shouldâ¦. Chorus