I work hard for what I got
Plenty overtime
When I clock out I’m worn and beat down
But still ready to fly
( here [bad word] with those )
unsteady eyes
like you been looking for something you cannot find
right through me
like my [bad word] ain’t fit for makin’ pie
 [bad word] you got to 
earn my affection
put your back into it
before we get this show on the road
don’t make me
lose all my self respect
I ain’t desperate yet [bad word] on now stop actin’ out and act like you know
you’re a beautiful mess
but every attic has a treasure
and I been known, to throw my apron on
and [bad word] to reveal a shine
(let the good lord have)
mercy on you
before I do
if you were in the area and just passing [bad word] correctly [bad word] strong and don’t drag your good foot behind
 [bad word] 
you set a pretty table and serve me raw meat
ask me to the show but don’t save me a seat
say together we can sail, then add me to your fleet
the perfect pair of pants [bad word] with the 

addition-of-a-pleat
I demand a flat surface
Where I can 
Firmly-plant-my-feet
And stand
It’s my democratic right to say man you should….
 [bad word]