Amel Larrieux Follow

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

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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

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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….

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