It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel all right
You know I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
And it’s worth it just to hear you say
You’re going to give me everything
So why on earth should I moan
Because when I get you alone
You know I feel okay
When I’m home everything seems to be right
When I’m home feeling you holding me tight
Tight, yeah
If you work all day you keep the rhythm through the night
If you work all night you keep the rhythm through the day
If you sell that soul you’ll be burning up right
If you ain’t got no soul, that’s fine, alright
I got flowers in the spring,
I got you to wear my ring.
And when I’m sad, you’re a clown,
and if I get scared, you’re always around.
So don’t let them say your hair’s too long,
'cause I don’t care, with you I can’t go wrong.
Then put your little hand in mine
there ain’t ni hill or mountain we can’t climb.
Babe,
I got you babe,
I got you babe.
I got you to hold my hand,
I got you to understand.
I got you to walk with me,
I got you to talk with me.
I got you to kiss goodnight,
I got you to hold me tight.
I got you, I won’t let go,
I got you to love me so.
She knows it’s too late as were walking on by
Her soul slides away
But don’t look back in anger
Don’t look back in anger
I heard you say
At least not today
So take your time
I wonder if you’re here just to use my mind
Don’t take it slow
You know I’ve got a place to go
You always do that
Something I’m not sure of
But just for today
Let go and slide away
I was thinking maybe we could go outside
Let the night sky cool your foolish pride
Don’t you feel alive
These are your times and our highs
I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses
To describe her life
She said a good day
Ain’t got no rain
She said a bad day’s when I lie in bed
And think of things that might have been
Slip slidin’ away
Slip slidin’ away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away
I’m going red and my tongue’s getting tied (tongues’s getting tied)
I’m off my head and my mouth’s getting dry.
I’m high, But I try, try, try (Oh my)
Let’s spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Yeah, I got a fistful of your hair
But you don’t look like you’re scared
You just smile and tell me, “Daddy, it’s yours.”
'Cause you know how I like it,
You’s a dirty little lover
So she lays down beside me again
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name
Many have used her and many still do
There’s a place in the world for a woman like you
Oh sweet painted lady
Seems it’s always been the same
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that’s the name of the game