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 you come with those)   Unsteady eyes   Like you been looking for something you cannot find   Right through me   Like my fruit ain't fit for makin' pie      Chorus   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 so   Come 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 scrub to reveal a shine   (let the good lord have)   Mercy on you   Before I do   If you were in the area and just passing through   Come correctly, come strong and don't drag your good foot behind      Chorus      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 are ruined 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….      Chorus