I'll never be
your beast of burden.
My back is
broad, but it's a' hurtin'.
All I want is
for you to make love to me.
I'll never be
your beast of burden.
I walk for
miles, my feet are hurtin'.
All I want is
for you to make love to me.
What's the
matter with me?
Ain't I hot
enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich
enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
I'll never be
your beast of burden.
So let's go
home and draw the curtains.
Put some
music on the radio.
C'mon, baby,
make some love to me.
Oh, what's
the matter with me?
Ain't I hot
enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich
enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
My little
sister is a pretty pretty girl.
My little
sister is a pretty pretty girl.
She loves to
ride. She loves to crawl.
They love to
take her out behind the garden wall.
And when
they're done they just throw her away.
And she don't
have an awful lot to say.
It hurts her
so bad to come to the end.
I re, I
remember all the times she spent sayin', "Please!"
Ain't I hot
enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich
enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
Ohh. Ohhhh.
I'll never be
your beast of burden.
My back is
broad, baby, but it's a' hurtin'.
And all I
want is you to make love to me.
What's the
matter, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot
enough? Oooh, yeah, ain't I rough enough?
Oooh, yeah,
ain't I rich enough, rich enough, rich enough,
too blind to
see? Too blind, too blind, ohhhh!
I'll never be
your beast of burden.
I walk for
miles, honey, my feet are hurtin'.
And all I
want . . .