Till I Can't Take It Anymore - Irma Thomas

Let’s not fight it anymore

Unpack the bags and close the door

I’ll never leave you, no, no

Though you lied right from the start

I can’t convince my stupid heart

Not to believe you

You’ve got two good men strung out

And there’s not the slightest doubt

That other men have loved you before

But you work your thing so well

I’ll dream of Heaven and live in Hell

Til I can’t take it anymore

If I had one ounce of pride

I’d stand up or step aside

But girl, I love you, can’t you tell it?

So I’ll accept the crumbs you drop

'Cause I’m a fool and I can’t stop

Or rise above you

Let him speak up for himself

I speak for me and no one else

'Cause I’m a beggar knockin' on your door

You work your thing so well

I’ll dream of Heaven and live in Hell

Til I can’t take it anymore

I’m too far gone to turn around

To lift myself up off the ground

And start all over, over and over and over

Now him or I must win or lose

No matter which one you may choose

You’ll be in clover, you know you will

Darlin', while you’re making up your mind

Well, I’ll be prayin' all the time

Prayin' that you’ll never, never, never be letting me go

But you work your thing so well

I’ll dream of Heaven and live in Hell

Til I can’t take it anymore

Girl, you work your thing so well

Dream of Heaven and live in Hell

Til I can’t take it anymore

You know that you work that thing so well

I dream of Heaven and live in Hell

Til I can’t take it anymore

You work it so well

I dream of Heaven and live in Hell