Tekstovi: Howie Lucero. Work At Your Love.

(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi)

You're the only one for me, baby, but you get around.
Now, I know we both want some freedom, so how's this sound?
Either you're packing for the morning or you plan to stay;
you've got to work at your love, girl, either way.

You have the option tonight; just make yourself at home or forget where I live.

Now, why is there not a thing you say that I can believe?
You ask me why I don't trust you? Well girl, you make it easy . . .
Hey, I keep waiting for the morning when you'll want to stay.
You've got to work at your love, girl, all the way.

I'll give you plenty of time . . . the time I spend alone asking why I forgive you.
You're the only one for me, baby, but you get me down.
You've got to work at your love, girl, to hang around.
You're the only one for me, baby, but you get me down.
You've got to work at your love, girl, to hang around.
(repeat)