work ourselves, fingers to the bone
suck the marrow, drain my soul
pay your dues, and your debts
pay your repects, everybody tells you
you pay for what you get
Personally, I love the next lines:
everybody asks me how she's doing
has she really lost her mind?
i said, i couldn't tell you i've lost mine
am I not just such a groupie? sigh. ha ha
[This message has been edited by amycat412 (edited March 19, 2001).]
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