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