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  • I'm a girl workin hard for some happiness,
    not that painful kind all packed with tears,
    but the church goin, sunny Sunday mornin kind.
    First I gotta pull you loose from me
    so we both don't drown in the empty places,
    bad lovin in a lonely bed,
    countin out tomorrow
    one, slow someday at a time.
    I'm tired of bein the floor for your feet.
    I want to feel private all over,
    fresh as gardenias and clean as rain.
    Then I'll have a stayin kinda man
    cause I'm a keepin kinda woman
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