Grattis ... en liten sång som man tänker till efter man hört och läst texten.
You've got an eye for diamonds and things that shine You want a slick black jag and cellar of wine I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms And I don't wanna work that hard
I met your mama and she turned up her nose At my dirty work boots and my Co-op clothes Ain't gonna kiss her butt just to win her heart No I don't wanna work that hard
Chorus: I don’t wanna work for something That's only gonna add up to nothing Girl, I’m gonna miss your loving Know how sweet your kisses are
But you're always asking me to watch your dog To bathe him and to feed him take him out for a walk He's a hundred and eighty pound Saint Bernard Hell, I don’t wanna work that hard
And you’re old boyfriend he's still hanging on He's an ex-black belt with a jealous bone I don't wanna have to whoop him out behind some barn No I don't wanna work that hard
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Grattis ... en liten sång som man tänker till efter man hört och läst texten.
You've got an eye for diamonds and things that shine
You want a slick black jag and cellar of wine
I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms
And I don't wanna work that hard
I met your mama and she turned up her nose
At my dirty work boots and my Co-op clothes
Ain't gonna kiss her butt just to win her heart
No I don't wanna work that hard
Chorus:
I don’t wanna work for something
That's only gonna add up to nothing
Girl, I’m gonna miss your loving
Know how sweet your kisses are
But you're always asking me to watch your dog
To bathe him and to feed him take him out for a walk
He's a hundred and eighty pound Saint Bernard
Hell, I don’t wanna work that hard
And you’re old boyfriend he's still hanging on
He's an ex-black belt with a jealous bone
I don't wanna have to whoop him out behind some barn
No I don't wanna work that hard
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