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Lyricist: Bill Withers
Lyrics:
My friends Feel it's their appointed duty
They keep tryin' to tell me All you want to do is use me Ah-huh, but my answer (Ah-huh) Yeah to all that use me stuff
I, I, I, I Yes, I wanna spread the news That if it feels this good gettin' used Oh, you just keep on usin' 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 usin' me Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Ah-huh, sometimes
It's true you really do abuse me
Ah, you get me crowd of high class people And then you act real rude to me Ah-huh, but oh, baby, baby, baby, baby When you love me I can't get enough
Ah-huh and I wanna spread the news That it feels this good gettin' used Oh, you just keep on usin' me Until you use me up Ah, until you use me up
Talkin' 'bout you usin' people It all depends on what you do It ain't too bad the way you're usin' me 'Cause I sure am usin' you to do the things that you do Ah-huh, to do the things that you do
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