Working At It
¶ 1
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When I asked you out you said maybe but I’d have to lose
my obsession with football and get a job and because I
thought I loved you I said no problem.
¶ 2
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I’d dig holes for you,
Take dogs for strolls for you,
Collect road tolls for you,
Get off the dole for you,
Butter bread rolls for you,
Paint barbers’ poles for you,
Haul heavy coals for you,
Seek ancient scrolls for you.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But most of all…
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 …I want to score goals for you.
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