Said she'd be back soon And I don't want nobody else to break the seal Let me tell you 'bout my baby She's like a leaf shakin' on a tree My baby don't have to work And she don't have to rob and steal I said my baby don't have to work Man, she don't have

Dying for your touch like crazy Racking up the overtime hours Loving how we're working on the night shift, baby It's been a wreck me week Working on the night shift, baby Loving how we're working on the night shift Sixty plus from dawn to dusk In the red

Let's go, let's go, come on baby keep on doing what you're doing Now let me see that booty work, booty work, booty boo boo booty work Booty work, booty work, boo boo boo boo booty work Go ahead, (left cheek, right side, double cheek, do it) Left cheek,

Baby work me 'Till I won't look more Want you to work me baby Lord how, make me feel it Want you to do me Baby I will do you to If you do me Baby I will do you too Lord how, make me feel

Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that I'm roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at Yea wassup baby girl I'm just looking over this homework I really need some help

Baby grow old with me Tell me that you love me Say "we'll always work it out" To start a family I know it's kinda scary But it's only temporary doubt I've done a lot of stupid things But promise that you're gonna stay long enough to grow old with me

Come a little closer baby So come a little closer baby I feel like layin' you down I feel like lettin' go I feel like strippin' it down I feel like layi'n you down On a bed of sweet surrender Where we can work it all out There ain't nothin' that love

And I'll be (I'll be), your seven-day fool Only because I really love you And on a Monday, I'm gonna love ya And on a Tuesday, I'm gonna hug ya And on a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gonna love ya I work for you baby, work my hand to the

Not even a wicked man can serve Nothing inna Babylon nah work Watch the inequity have to get up and splurt Rome catch a fire cause deh Vatican thirst Nothing inna Babylon caan work Things get lock off and them a dead fi pure thirst Yow, desolation to the

Man will fly away home One bright morning when my work is over "Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down Babylon, you throne gone down" I say fly away home to Zion (fly away home) Hear the words of the Rastaman say Said I hear the words of the Iyaman say