Donna SummerShe Works Hard For The Money

We work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. We work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. Monica there in the cantine stands And she wonders where she is. And the rain still hurts, Some people seem to have everything. Nine a.m. on the hour hand And she's waiting for the bell. And she's looking real pretty. She's waiting for her clientele. We work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. We work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. Many years have come and gone. And we've seen a lot of tears Of the ones who come in. They really seem to need us there. It's a sacrifice working day to day. For little money just tips for pay. But it's worth it all just to hear them say that they care. We work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. Already knows she's seen her bad times. Already knows these are the good times. We'll never sell out, we never will, not for a dollar bill. We work hard We work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. Works hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. We work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. We work hard for the money. So you better treat us right. She works hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. She works hard for the money. So you better treat her right. She works hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. She works hard for the money. So you better treat her right.
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