Work (Marcel Dettmann Remix)

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