Sweat
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Sweat til you make your money!

they repossessed my guts, boarded up my head
taken everything left us all for dead
my heart is pumping and my shirt is sopping wet
the boss he thinks i'm lazy but he ain't the one who has to sweat...

you've got to, (sweat!) you gotta give it all (sweat!)
i'm burning up i've gotta get myself checked
sweat til you make your money!

darling i've got plans i want more this
and if you want to you could come along for kicks
you're working twice as hard just to get respect
the boss he thinks i'm lazy but he ain't the one who has to sweat...

dignity keeps running out on me
scared to fail cos failure won't repair
the holes in your shoes buy new clothes to wear
they won't let you forget
you must sweat!

they repossessed my guts, boarded up my head
taken everything left us all for dead
working twice as hard just to get respect
the boss he thinks i'm lazy but he ain't the one who has to sweat...

you've got to, (sweat!) you gotta give it all (sweat!)
i'm burning up i've gotta get myself checked
sweat til you make your money!

why don't you come a little closer don't be shy
the night is winding down they'll soon turn up the lights
we're just two people out for all that we can get
i just wanna take you home, make you mine, make you sweat...

you've got to, (sweat!) you gotta give it all (sweat!)
i'm burning up i've gotta get myself checked
sweat, sweat, sweat!

Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.

Damon

Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.

Damon