She’s got them bedroom eyes but a mean ol’ mouth,

Shoves me outta bed, says, “Clock in or get out.”

She don’t want kisses, don’t want to cuddle,

Just points to my boots and slaps my bustle.

She’s sick in the head, but man, she’s hot,

She gets turned on by my punch-in clock.

She’s a twisted queen with a filthy tongue,

Loves it when I sweat, loves it when I run.

Says, “Go make that money, you broke-down fool,

I’ll ride you later if you follow the rules.”

She don’t cook breakfast, she don’t pack lunch,

Just smacks my backside, says, “Beat that punch.”

Calls me “Daddy” when the bills get paid,

But she’s the devil when I get laid.

She don’t moan sweet, she barks my name,

Says, “I get off on your overtime pain.”

She’s a twisted queen with a filthy tongue,

Loves it when I sweat, loves it when I run.

Says, “Go make that money, you broke-down fool,

I’ll ride you later if you follow the rules.”

She wants hard hats, steel-toe boots,

Payroll checks and dirty suits.

She says the foreman’s my competition,

But tonight she’s my favorite position.

Yeah, she’s sick, she’s bad, but she’s mine to please,

Got me punchin’ clocks on my hands and knees.

I’ll work that job till my back gives out,

‘Cause her paycheck screams, and her boss-voice shouts.