Working My Heart to the Bone

02:30
Starbuck
2015
Bruce Blackman

Lyrics

Lyrics & Music by Bruce Blackman

 

Please, can’t you see what you do to me

Your curves get my nerves, gonna’ be the death of me

‘Cause you’re working my heart right down to the bone

Like you’re picking on a chicken, no worries of your own

Gotta’ call you up on the telephone

Working my heart to the bone

 

Worms ain’t concerned with what you do to me

You cook by the book and you put a spell on me

‘Cause you’re working my heart right down to the bone

Like you’re picking on a chicken, no worries of your own

Gotta’ call you up on the telephone

Working my heart to the bone

 

You’ve got the moves to work on me

So why don’t try and sample me

‘Cause you’re working my heart right down to the bone

Like you’re picking on a chicken, no worries of your own

Gotta’ call you up on the telephone

Working my heart to the bone

 

Working my heart right down to the bone

Like you’re picking on a chicken no worries of your own

Gotta' call you up on the telehone

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