Touching the untouchables but they don't know Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know You turn away, what can I say? Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun

Black tears, rolling down, From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town, She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose, She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right, Makes her

Get a check, run it up Got my pot and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah) Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah) Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah) Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah) Call you down and you ignore

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

Please don't be too long while you're gone There ain't enough to keep me here too long Not like the last time I stood in line Just enough to keep me bouncing off the wall, yeah It didn't work like she said it would Just like livin' in Hollywood Just like

Across the world I've seen People and places Could be the same But with a different name. And boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues. Working on the road across this great big world I've been rolling like a stone, I never get back home Yes, I've been

Fast falls the eventide, it’s Friday night And I’ve only got to work until the day I’ve got a message to send back home Saying, Mama, I just had to be away Saying, Mama, sorry I had to leave Mama, sorry I had to leave I have to work another night shift I

And daughters that don't belong to anyone And we are alone under this sun We are the long forgotten sons And we work to fix the work that you've undone Far from home on a road unknown Where the vultures circle on winds that blow From northern skies that

Sensual, sexy, erotic How you workin' your body ooh You gon' make me You throw out your best To get me outta control, baby

Somebody tell me (To give you money, work to give you money) Was the end of the week All the things we sign And the things we buy Ain't gonna keep us together Somebody told me Boy everything she wants is everything she sees