You were working hard baby

Sending me to sleep with your young's

They were scrapping in the yard

Handing out the jobs

Something I could do to you

Watching as you threw me to them

Severing the dreams of you

Something I could do to you

You make me up a weak looking boo

Your shoulder isn't way up high

Friends they take you on a ride

And show you good time

And something's get through

And I forget how new

Salt is in the sink

Shaking like a tear

From your little aching

You're coming home your coming back to me

Something I could do to you

You make me up a weak looking boo

Your shoulder isn't way up high

Friends they take you on a ride

And show you a good time

And show you a good time

A good time

Yeah