Work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire But I could use a break You've had me pumpin' iron Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day Baby, shackles on my ankles Your ropes 'round my hands This ain't some kind of game Cause, you're too tired for that Why do I have to always pick up The pieces of your heart, yet (Hey!) Why do you always have to be So derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!) My friends all think we are in love Reading horoscopes like they were gospel Reliving in the thirst for, but You can make a third worker out of me Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love (Whoa!) I never wanted a Utopia But it denies It's like I'm walking the wire You keep feeding the fire with Your You're a little bit older But that don't mean a thing We still bicker like children That wake up and do it all again Why do I always have to be the Heroine or the Rescuer Why do I always fall for you when You're making breakfast or driving my car They promised us the world, they told us We'd find love; unconditional Maybe I should just count my lucky stars And be glad I have someone When I shout, you've learned to scream (Ah!) Toxic passion, then epiphany Oh, Oh, Oh Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love