Working Out – Ilana Charnelle

From the album A Class Act (2016)


Play something for me Ned

Woo!

What we got my dear
Really something, it’s stunning
We’ve made all our loose ends meet
You know what you want my dear
Been nothing but forthcoming
Lucky we see eye-to-eye on what we need

Other girls wanting more, but darling I’ve been burnt before
I won’t be knocking on your door uninvited on a Sunday night
I don’t sit waiting for your call, I’ve got my life and you’ve got yours
And if I go a week without your arms holding me tight, well, I don’t mind

This is really working out, we keep it fun, we mess around
This is really working out, working out
This is really working out, we keep it fun, we mess around
This is really working out, working out
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sun’s going down my dear
We’re meeting, warm evenings
Catching up, keeping up, skin to skin
And do what you want my dear, parading your ladies
Think I don’t do the same to you? It don’t mean a thing

Other girls hate to stray, but darling I learnt the hard way
Don’t give a damn how you behave
You ain’t mine to keep, you ain’t on a leash
And if I too look away, and have some others on my plate
Well that’s my own choice to make
I was born to please, baby don’t blame me

This is really working out, we keep it fun, we mess around
This is really working out, working out
This is really working out, we keep it fun, we mess around
This is really working out, working out

Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah

Other girls wanting more, but darling I’ve been burnt before
I could keep grieving but what for
I’ve done my time, now I’ll get what’s mine
Not keeping tabs, not keeping score, this ain’t love and this ain’t war
We’ll ride the high until it’s gone
Say goodbye, and I won’t cry

This is really working out, we keep it fun, we mess around
This is really working out, working out
This is really working out, we keep it fun, we mess around
This is really working out, working out, working out
This is really working out, working out, working out
This is really working out
Working out

Published by ilanacharnelle

Your postcard from the past; a vintage inspired crooner straight from the heydays of traditional pop.

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