Everything She Wants
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, yeah
Somebody told me
"Boy, everything she wants is everything she sees"
I guess I must have loved you
Because I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby
And now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reach, not good enough
I don't know what the hell you want from me, oh
Ah, ah, oh, oh
Ah, ah
Doo, doo, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, doo, doo, ah
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Some people work for a living
Some people work for fun
Girl, I just work for you
They told me marriage was a give and take
You show me you can take
You've got some giving to do
Now you tell me that you're having my baby
I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enough
Then how can it be good enough for two?
Ah, ah, oh, oh
Ah, ah
(Doo, doo, ah) I cant work any harder than I do
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, doo, doo, ah
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Why do I do the things I do?
I'd tell you if I knew
My god, I don't even think that I love you
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Oh, yeah
Somebody told me
"Boy, everything she wants is everything she sees"
I guess I must have loved you
Because I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby
And now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reach, not good enough
I don't know what the hell you want from me, oh
Ah, ah, oh, oh
Ah, ah
Doo, doo, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, doo, doo, ah
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Some people work for a living
Some people work for fun
Girl, I just work for you
They told me marriage was a give and take
You show me you can take
You've got some giving to do
Now you tell me that you're having my baby
I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enough
Then how can it be good enough for two?
Ah, ah, oh, oh
Ah, ah
(Doo, doo, ah) I cant work any harder than I do
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, doo, doo, ah
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Why do I do the things I do?
I'd tell you if I knew
My god, I don't even think that I love you
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Somebody tell me, woah-oh (won't you tell me)
Why I work so hard for you (to give you money)
(Oh, to give you money)
Credits
Writer(s): George Michael
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