Tekster: Bill Withers. Live at Carnegie Hall. Use Me.

My friends feel it's their appointed duty
They keep trying to tell me here
All you want to do is use me
But my answer, yeah to all that use me stuff

I, I, I, is that I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up

My brother sit me right down and he talked to me
He told me that I ought not to let you just walk on me
And I'm sure he meant well, yeah, but when our talk was through

I, I, I said brother if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up

Oh sometimes, yeah, it's true you really do abuse me
You get me in a crowd of high class people
And then you act real rude to me
But oh baby, baby, baby, baby, when you love me, I can't get enough

I and I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up

Talking about you using me
But it all depends on what you do
It ain't too bad the way you're using me
'Cause I sure am using you to do the things you do