It's all about work, work work work, work work work
It's all about work, work work work, work work work
It's all about work, work work work, work work work
Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire
But I could use a break
You've had me pumpin' iron
Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day
Baby, shackles on my ankles
Your ropes 'round my hands
This ain't some kind of game
Cause, you're too tired for that
Why do I have to always pick up
The pieces of your heart, yep (Hey!)
Why do you always have to be
So derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!)
My friends all think we are in love
Reading horoscopes like they were gospel
We're living in the first world but you
Can make a third worker out of me
Slum Love
Some kind of Slum Love
Some kind of Slum Love
Some kind of Slum Love
(Whoa!)
I never wanted a Utopia
Or a rise and demise
It's like I'm walking the wire
You keep feeding the fire with
Your doubts about fidelity
You're a little bit older
But that don't mean a thing
We still bicker like children
That make up and do it all again
Why do I always have to be the
Heroine or the Rescuer
Why do I always fall for you when
You're making breakfast or driving my car
They promised us the world, they told us
We'd find a love unconditional
Maybe I should just count my lucky stars
And be glad I have someone
When I shout, you've learned to scream (Ah!)
Toxic passion, then epiphany oh!
Slum Love
Some kind of Slum Love
Some kind of Slum Love
Some kind of Slum Love
Work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire But I could use a break You've had me pumpin' iron Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day Baby, shackles on my ankles Your ropes 'round my hands This ain't some kind of game Cause, you're too tired for that Why do I have to always pick up The pieces of your heart, yep (Hey!) Why do you always have to be So derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!) My friends all think we are in love Reading horoscopes like they were gospel We're living in the first world but you Can make a third worker out of me Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love (Whoa!) I never wanted a Utopia Or a rise and demise It's like I'm walking the wire You keep feeding the fire with Your doubts about fidelity You're a little bit older But that don't mean a thing We still bicker like children That make up and do it all again Why do I always have to be the Heroine or the Rescuer Why do I always fall for you when You're making breakfast or driving my car They promised us the world, they told us We'd find a love unconditional Maybe I should just count my lucky stars And be glad I have someone When I shout, you've learned to scream (Ah!) Toxic passion, then epiphany oh! Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Explain Request ×
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