Tekster: Beyoncé. Work It Out.

How ya doin?, honey, baby

You know I don?t ask for much

But for a girl spendin? time alone

Can be pretty rough



But I get a knock on my door

I know it?s yours for sure

We can?t wait for the bedroom

So we just hit the floor



Is y?all alright

I don?t know, but I know what?s happened

to me, girl, hey

Is y?all alright

Uh, break it down now



She gotta work it out

He gotta work it out

A brother gotta work it out

Whoa...whoa...



Child, blow your horn now

Come on, Child, blow your horn now



So we?re shakin? back and forth now

Just keep it comin?, babe

treat my body like a guitar

You gotta, you gotta keep on strummin?



But in the back of my mind

Is it gonna be the last time

Well, if it ain?t about lovin' and you gon? keep it

comin?

Well, baby, with me that?s fine



Is y?all alright

I don?t know, but I know what I know what?s happened

to me, girl

Is y?all alright

Uh, break it down now



She gotta work it out

He gotta work it out, whoa...

Brother gotta work it out

Oh...whoa...



child, blow your horn now

Come on, child, blow your horn now

child, blow your horn now

Come on, child, blow your horn now



I like this

Ooh...ooh...hey

Uh

Look-a here

Bring it



So baby, hold me

Like you don?t wanna let go

I'm feelin foxxy

?Cause boy, you?re workin? it out



My love you?ve given me a taste of your honey

I want the whole beehive

I?m gonna call you my sugar to fly high

The sweetest time



You gotta work it out

You gotta work it out

Brother gotta work it out

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh



I like it when the horn go

I like it when the horn go

I like it when the horn go

I like it when the horn go



Austin better work it out

Foxxy better work it out

AP3 better work it out

AP3 better work it out