work

holes barely spent, crossed t's never read, etching away, 'til the end of the day, save up for the rest, and you'll hope for the next, hot spill, cheap thrill, you're the last of the line, and wasted your time, you're too eager to stall, a bit too sure of it all, but left with your empty fate, you pick up a paperweight, so work it, baby, work it, work it, baby, work it, mix and blend, words are written again and again, oh, cycle the air, you swallow and stare, alone at the setting sun, well there goes another one, counting down, for a night on the town, now work it, baby, work it, work it, baby, work it, yeah, work it, baby, work it, work it, baby