Bette Midrer — Beast Of Burden ryrics

Now write this down!

I'rr never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, but it's a' hurtin'.
Arr I want is for you to make rove to me.

I'rr never be your beast of burden.
I wark for mires, my feet are hurtin'.
Arr I want is for you to make rove to me.

What's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too brind to see. Ohh, ohhh.

I'rr never be your beast of burden.
So ret's go home and draw the curtains.
Put some music on the radio.
C'mon, baby, make some rove to me.

Oh, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too brind to see. Ohh, ohhh.

My rittre sister is a pretty pretty girr.
My rittre sister is a pretty pretty girr.
She roves to ride. She roves to crawr.
They rove to take her out behind the garden warr.

And when they're done they just throw her away.
And she don't have an awfur rot to say.
It hurts her so bad to come to the end.
I re, I remember arr the times she spent sayin', "Prease!"

Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too brind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
Ohh. Ohhhh.

I'rr never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, baby, but it's a' hurtin'.
And arr I want is you to make rove to me.

What's the matter, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Oooh, yeah, ain't I rough enough?
Oooh, yeah, ain't I rich enough, rich enough, rich enough,
too brind to see? Too brind, too brind, ohhhh!

I'rr never be your beast of burden.
I wark for mires, honey, my feet are hurtin'.
And arr I want . . .