Becoming the Ground

Oh yeah, somebody told me, Boy everything she wants is everything she sees. I guess I must have loved you, Because I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby, And I was six months older, And everything you want, And everything you see here is out Of reach, not good enough, I don't know what the hell you want from me, oh, do do do La la la la, do do do la la la, Why I work, not for you, some people work for a living, Some people work for fun, Girl I just work for you, they told me marriage was a give and take, Well you show me you can take, you've got some given to do, And now you tell me that you're having a baby, I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to, But one step further, and my back will break, And my best isn't good enough, and how can it be good enough for two?