Pay For What You Get



 

(David J. Matthews) 





Work ourselves, fingers to the bone

Suck the marrow, drain my soul

Fingers to the bone

Pay your dues, and your debts

Pay your respects, everybody tells you

You pay for what you get

You pay for what you get



Everybody asks me how she's doin'

Has she really lost her mind?

I said, I couldn't tell you

I've lost mine



Words, words, words, have you heard

A bird in hand is much better than,

Any number free to wander

Fly away... Stay

You pay for what you get

You pay for what you get



Everybody asks me how she's doing

Is she really all she says...

Everybody asks me how she's doing

Since she went away

I said I couldn't tell you 

I'm OK I'm OK  

(I'm OK)



Surprise, surprise

You pay for what you get

You pay for what you get



Everybody asks me how she's doing

Has she really lost her...

Everybody asks me how she's doing

Since she went away

I said I couldn't tell you 

I'm OK I'm OK I'm OK  

(How are you?)



Pay for what you get

Pay for what you get...oh...

Pay for what you get

Pay for what you get oh...

Oh...