Lyrics

God knows how I go and take it so hard Why he left driving in his crystal clear car The age of Sinatra still exists in some bars I've been working with my hand so far I work, I work, I work, I work, For you, for you, for you, for you I work, I work, I work, If you work too, for you, for you, for you Gold card, platinum card, plastic card too I don't really give a damn 'bout you I keep all my earnings in a box marked shoes I'll drywall heaven 'fore I give you proof I work, I work, I work, I work, For you, for you, for you, for you I work, I work, I work If you work too, for you, for you, for you I work, I work, I work, I work, For you, for you Once more, that I will say to you It's a good work, it's true Once one, that I will say to you And it's a good work, it's true One more, that I will say to you It's a good work, it's true One more, that I will say to you And it's a good work, it's true.
Writer(s): K. Webb, Harold Levey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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