Workin'

In the morning
When I'm sleeping
I get stupid with you
When I'm singing
Don't you tell me
I won't be there with you

Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa-oa

For the moment
I'm a poet
Singing, “Listen to me”
I get nervous
Just to touch you, yeah
To be here with me

Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa-oa

When I hold you down, I get the greatest feeling, yeah
When I touch the ground, I get the greatest feeling, yeah
When I hold you down, I get the greatest feeling, yeah
Please don't make a sound, it makes it really easy, yeah

Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa-oa, whoa-oa

Because I'm working like a slave tonight
Because I'm working like a slave tonight, whoa-oa

So please don't touch me
And please don't hold me
And please don't dodge me
And please just sit there
And please don't touch me
And please don't hold me
And please don't fuck me
And please don't leave and go, yeah