Labour Of Love
As you tared up
Another good pair of jeans
The cold stormed in
Before the birds knew to leave
You're patching the roof
So it matches your truck
You might be master of none
But you wrote the book on saving a buck
You say your belt gets lonely
Without holding up your tools
You better to call up your dad
Then them other fools
Cause they'll charge you by the hour
And they don't know half the stuff I know
But when you're bent over like a flower
And paying more than you owe
Through labour of love
Heartache and pain
It's better to hurt a little bit
Then not feel a thing
Labour of love
If currency were time
I'd pay your way through to this world
With mine
While you're out cutting boards
I'll take off my rings
Seems like you cut em too short
I've seen you do worst things
Least I can do is make some bread
Cause you won't take nothing else I assume
You know I'll proudly show my friends
Everything we patched up in this room
Through labour of love
Heartache and pain
It's better to hurt a little bit
Then not feel a thing
Labour of love
If currency were time
I'd pay your way through to this world
With mine
Labour of love
Heartache and pain
It's better to hurt a little bit
Then not feel a thing
Another good pair of jeans
The cold stormed in
Before the birds knew to leave
You're patching the roof
So it matches your truck
You might be master of none
But you wrote the book on saving a buck
You say your belt gets lonely
Without holding up your tools
You better to call up your dad
Then them other fools
Cause they'll charge you by the hour
And they don't know half the stuff I know
But when you're bent over like a flower
And paying more than you owe
Through labour of love
Heartache and pain
It's better to hurt a little bit
Then not feel a thing
Labour of love
If currency were time
I'd pay your way through to this world
With mine
While you're out cutting boards
I'll take off my rings
Seems like you cut em too short
I've seen you do worst things
Least I can do is make some bread
Cause you won't take nothing else I assume
You know I'll proudly show my friends
Everything we patched up in this room
Through labour of love
Heartache and pain
It's better to hurt a little bit
Then not feel a thing
Labour of love
If currency were time
I'd pay your way through to this world
With mine
Labour of love
Heartache and pain
It's better to hurt a little bit
Then not feel a thing
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