I don't have to tell you it's not easy
I make enough to pay the rent and eat
We both go to work at eight each morning
so we could make ends meet
All day long I think about the evening
When that quitting whistle sets me free
Till my working girl comes home
Work on me, work, work, work on me
Yeah, you've got what it takes,
I forget that dainty grind
Lord, I darn near lose my mind
When my working girl comes home
She knows what I like and how I like it
That's what baby always gives to me
What you'd call a poor hard
Everything we do we do together
Let me make it plain as plain can be
is when it's time to play
And my working girl comes home
Work on me, woman, work on me
Yeah, you got what it takes, I'll guarantee
I forget that daily grind,
Lord, I don't nearly lose my mind
When my working girl comes home,
When my working girl comes home,
