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God knows how I go and take it so hard
While he′s out driving in his crystal clear car
The age of Sinatra still exists in some bars
I've been working with my hands so far
I work, I work, I work, I work
For you, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work
If you work too
For you, for you, for you
Gold card, platinum card, plastic card too
I don′t really give a damn about you
I keep all my earnings in a box marked shoes
I'd travel heaven for to give you a clue
I work, I work, I work, I work For you, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work
If you work too
For you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work, I work
For you, for you
One word that I will say to you
It's a good word and it′s true
One word that I will say to you
And it′s a good word and it's true
One word that I will say to you
It′s a good word and it's true
One word that I will say to you