Slum Love

Work, work work work, work work work
 It's all about work, work work work, work work work
 It's all about work, work work work, work work work
 It's all about work, work work work, work work work
 Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire
 But I could use a break
 You've had me pumpin' iron
 Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day
 Baby, shackles on my ankles
 Your ropes 'round my hands
 This ain't some kind of game
 Cause, you're too tired for that
 Why do I have to always pick up
 The pieces of your heart, yet (Hey!)
 Why do you always have to be
 So derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!)
 My friends all think we are in love
 Reading horoscopes like they were gospel
 Reliving in the thirst for, but
 You can make a third worker out of me
 Slum Love
 
 Some kind of Slum Love
 Some kind of Slum Love
 Some kind of Slum Love
 (Whoa!)
 
 I never wanted a Utopia
 But it denies
 It's like I'm walking the wire
 You keep feeding the fire with
 Your
 You're a little bit older
 But that don't mean a thing
 We still bicker like children
 That wake up and do it all again
 Why do I always have to be the
 Heroine or the Rescuer
 Why do I always fall for you when
 You're making breakfast or driving my car
 They promised us the world, they told us
 We'd find love; unconditional
 Maybe I should just count my lucky stars
 And be glad I have someone
 When I shout, you've learned to scream (Ah!)
 Toxic passion, then epiphany Oh, Oh, Oh
 Slum Love
 Some kind of Slum Love
 Some kind of Slum Love
 Some kind of Slum Love