Now write this down!
Ill never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, but its a hurtin.
All I want is for you to make love to me.
Ill never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, my feet are hurtin.
All I want is for you to make love to me.
Whats the matter with me?
Aint I hot enough? Aint I rough enough?
Aint I rich enough? Im not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
Ill never be your beast of burden.
So lets go home and draw the curtains.
Put some music on the radio.
Cmon, baby, make some love to me.
Oh, whats the matter with me?
Aint I hot enough? Aint I rough enough?
Aint I rich enough? Im not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
She loves to ride. She loves to crawl.
They love to take her out behind the garden wall.
And when theyre done they just throw her away.
And she dont have an awful lot to say.
It hurts her so bad to come to the end.
I re, I remember all the times she spent sayin, "Please!"
Aint I hot enough? Aint I rough enough?
Aint I rich enough? Im not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
Ohh. Ohhhh.
Ill never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, baby, but its a hurtin.
And all I want is you to make love to me.
Whats the matter, whats the matter with me?
Aint I hot enough? Oooh, yeah, aint I rough enough?
Oooh, yeah, aint I rich enough, rich enough, rich enough,
too blind to see? Too blind, too blind, ohhhh!
Ill never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, honey, my feet are hurtin.
And all I want . . .
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