Take It Back

Going down the good road With no money in hand Long as I got to you My clothes are awful dirty And my shoes filled with sand But turn me down Yes you do Getting tired Ooh, getting sore If I ain't gonna get my way I'm straight out that door Well, I've travelled half the county For better paid jobs To help me get the things you want But I never knew I couldn't trust you I see I've been away far too long Getting tired Ooh, getting sore If I ain't gonna get my way I'm straight out that door Oh, you haven't got a heart You haven't got a heart in you at all First you give it all away And make me your slave And I end up right here on the floor Take it back Take it back Take it back Take it back Take it back Take it back Take it back Take it back I had no other reason for being apart Than to give you a better home So go ahead and eat me but spit out my heart Cos you ain't gonna try and a pick my bones Getting tired Ooh, getting sore If I ain't gonna get my way I'm straight out that door Well, I've travelled half the county For better paid jobs To help me get the things you want But I never knew I couldn't trust you I see I've been away far too long Take it back Take it back Take it back Take it back...