Work It Out Songtext
von Thom D'Arcy

I got blisters on my hands
′Cause I rub you the wrong way
And I need you to know
I got hours in my day
I could spend with you or just piss away
But I need you to know
They're all yours, yeah

Things could go from bad to good, love
So don′t give up

We're gonna work, work, work, work, work it out
We're gonna turn this ship around with a little luck


I wish someone would fight for me
Without petty needs or apostrophes
But I need you to know
Everyone wants to win the lottery
You leave your manners at the door and you don′t even talk to me
And I need you to know
I′m still down

Things could go from bad to good, love
So don't give up

We′re gonna work, work, work, work, work it out
We're gonna turn this ship around with a little luck

Things could go from bad to good, love
Don′t give up
We're gonna work, work, work, work, work it out
We′re gonna turn this ship around with a little luck
Things could go from bad to good, love
So don't give up
We're gonna work, work, work, work, work it out
We′re gonna turn this ship around with a little luck