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

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

Baby I know better (baby you work it) I know better I need one, so bring me some, oh Quee knows better, than to turn off your song Run this shit back (baby, you baby) I know better, you fine (more than fine) Hmm, aw yeah

Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Twenty years of dirty needles So if you see me will you just drive on by Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye And did you want me? Well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could

Our love is just a tiring game I never want a thing to change I’ll never give it up, I’ll never give it up Do-do-do-do-do-do want it, tell me baby? Do-do-do-do-do-do you need it? I have been stressed, working harder every day I don’t need rest but can

Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me Baby, do you trust me? Do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? I know you gon' be the one that's gon' hold me down When it's time to put in work you know I'm always 'round Tote that

How does it sound if we spend the night out? Come on, come on Hey baby, what's that sound I make a few steps and I fall on the ground It's a long shot but darling I couldn't love you more. Hey baby, give it a try I can find an answer if you wanna know

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

Yeah, one of those nights At the memories, this is gonna be one of those nights One of those nights She's getting dressed up, putting on that lipstick Shimmy shaking, right into them cut-offs baby, oh yeah You're getting off work, cashing out that

'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date My boss