She said, if you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for itWork for it, work for it, work for itI said, you're just my typeYou're a lover, you're a fighter, you're a conversationShe said, it crossed my mindBut in a minute I can tell that there'll be complicationsYeah, yeah, yeahBut thoughts like these don't die easySo if you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for itWork for it, work for it, work for itI'm gonna make it workIf you want my love, then, babe, I'm gonna make you burn for itWork for it, work for it, work for itI'm gonna make it workYou said I'm just your typeYou're a Friday on a Monday with a reservationI said, then, cut your tiesSend him back and on a long vacationYeah, she said, you're just my typeYou said, thoughts like these don't make moneySo if you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for itWork for it, work for it, work for itI'm gonna make it workIf you want my love, then, babe, I'm gonna make you burn for itWork for it, work for it, work for itI'm gonna make it workI'll make you hurtI'll make you hurtMake you hurtI'll make you hurtI'll make you hurtI'll make you hurtI'll make you hurtIf you want my heart, then, babe, you're gonna have to work for itWork for it, work for it, work for itI'm gonna make it workIf you want my love, then, babe, I'm gonna make you burn for itMake you hurt for itHurt for itHurt for itHurt for itWe're gonna make you hurt