She said, if you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for it
Work for it, work for it, work for it
I said, you're just my type
You're a lover, you're a fighter, you're a conversation
She said, it crossed my mind
But in a minute I can tell that there'll be complications
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But thoughts like these don't die easy
So if you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for it
Work for it, work for it, work for it
I'm gonna make it work
If you want my love, then, babe, I'm gonna make you burn for it
Work for it, work for it, work for it
I'm gonna make it work
You said I'm just your type
You're a Friday on a Monday with a reservation
I said, then, cut your ties
Send him back and on a long vacation
Yeah, she said, you're just my type
You said, thoughts like these don't make money
So if you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for it
Work for it, work for it, work for it
I'm gonna make it work
If you want my love, then, babe, I'm gonna make you burn for it
Work for it, work for it, work for it
I'm gonna make it work
I'll make you hurt
I'll make you hurt
Make you hurt
I'll make you hurt
I'll make you hurt
I'll make you hurt
I'll make you hurt
If you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for it
Work for it, work for it, work for it
I'm gonna make it work
If you want my love, then, babe, I'm gonna make you burn for it


Make you hurt for it
Hurt for it
Hurt for it
Hurt for it
We're gonna make you hurt