(Clyde Otis - Dorian Burton) Let's not fight it anymore, Unpack the bags and close the door I'll never leave you Though you lied right from the start I can't convince my stupid heart Not to believe you. You've got two good men strung out and there's not the slightest doubt That other men have loved you before Oh, but you work your thing so well I'll dream of heaven and live in hell Till I can't take it anymore. If I had one ounce of pride I'd stand up or step aside But girl I love you So I'll accept the crumbs you drop 'Cause I'm a fool and I can't stop Or rise above you. Let others speak up for themselves I speak for me and no one else 'Cause I'm a beggar knocking on your door Oh, you work your things so well I'll dream of heaven and live in hell Till I can't take it anymore. --- Instrumental --- I'm too far gone to turn around To lift myself up off the ground And start all over Now, him or I must win or lose no matter which one you may choose You'll be in clover. Darling, while you're making up your mind I'll be praying all the time That you will never, never be letting me go Oh, you work your thing so well I'll dream of heaven and live in hell Till I can't take it anymore. Oh, you work your thing so well I'll dream of heaven and live in hell Till I can't take it anymore. --- Instrumental to fade ---