Lyrics

Roll Up Your Sleeves

I would never ask you for a dollar, wouldn’t ask you for a dime
All I’d ask for is one hour baby, one hour of your time
Would you roll up your sleeves and get to work on me
‘Cause I’m in a state of disrepair that you would not believe
I got a broken heart, shattered soul
I’m right on the edge of out of control
Won’t you please roll up your sleeves and get to work on me

It doesn’t take much to make me happy, there’s not a lot you need to do
Cause the fact is if you’re happy baby, I’d probably be happy too
I won’t make or take commitments, I won’t rearrange your life,
But I sure could use some company one of these lonely nights
Cause I got a broken heart, troubled mind
So fucked up on love I’ve gone totally blind
Won’t you please roll up your sleeves and get to work on me

I don’t need no miracles, just some basic TLC
I’m just suffering from a serious case of love deficiency
Can you do anything for me
Cause I got a broken heart, shattered soul
I’m a tramatized veteran of Rock and Roll
Won’t you please roll up your sleeves and get to work on me
Baby, please get to work on me