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Now I may never be a preacher
'Cause I don't know how to save
And I could not be a lawyer
Although I know it pays
And by no means be the president
I don't have that kind of head
And I could not be a doctor, no way
'Cause I freak when I see red
There's just one thing on my mind I get off on
I'd like to work for you
That's what I'd like to do
I could love you in the evening
And kiss you all the night
And wake you up in the morning
With a touch I'm sure you'd like
Make sure you took your vitamins
And dried you when you're soakin' wet
Take you out to dinner
And you can take it off my check
I don't care to climb a mountain
And I've long since gave up trees
Don't care to sail the oceans
'Cause I'd get sick of the sea
Don't want to fly like birds do
God did not give me wings
And I could not be an artist
I'd just waste time and paint
There's just one thing on my mind I get off on
I'd like to work for you
Mmm, that's what I'd like to do
I'd like to work for you
That's what I'd like to do