Lyrics Bills (She Works Hard for the Money) - Aubrey Logan

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
I got Bills I gotta pay
So I gotta work work work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed
So I gotta make sure everybody eats
All these bills pile up around here
They looking like a mount
All the little kids run around
I can hear their stomach growl
I′m searching for a moon out
And my man he don't know how
I said I′m gonna leave him
If he don't come home with fifty thousand
Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn, oh damn
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh damn, oh man, oh damn, oh man
I got Bills I gotta pay
So I gotta work, work, work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed
So I gotta make sure everybody eats
Woke up and I bumped my head
Stumped my toe on the edge of the bed
Opened the fridge and the food all gone
Leaving everybody, crap them along
Hopped in the car and the car won't start
It′s too damn hot but I still gotta walk
My honey old lady and of course will not
Praying that my card won′t get declined
Really? Ow!
I got Bills I gotta pay
So I gotta work, work, work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed
So I gotta make sure everybody eats
She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
Oh your shoes, yeah your shoes
Oh your shoes!
Ain't got no soul
I got Bills
(How much do I owe you?)
I gotta pay
So I′m gonn' work, work, work every day
(Oh... can I pay you next Tuesday?)
I got mouths
(Can I pay you Pal?)
I gotta feed
(EBT?)
So I′m gonn' make sure
(Credit Card?)
Everybody eats
(Pesos?)
I got Bills
(Your mom′s got Bills)
I gotta pay
(Your daddy got Bills)
So I'm gonn'
(And your gramma got Bills)
Work, work, work every day
(Your piano player, he got Bills)
I got mouths
(Bass man too, everybody do)
I gotta feed
So I′m gonn′ make sure everybody eats
I got Bills