I'd like to do a song of a great social and political import. Goes like this. One, two, three, four. I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on. I make you feel like you are the only, only man. Yeah, didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can? Honey, no, I did. And each time I tell myself that I think I had enough. Well, I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can't be tough. I said come on, come on, come on, come on. And take it, take another little piece of my heart now, baby. Break it, break another little piece of my heart. I don't need it all. Never have another little piece of my heart now, baby. You know you've got a job that makes you feel good when you're out on the street looking good. Baby, deep down in your heart, you know, you know that honey, that ain't right. Never, never, never, never heal me when I cry. Baby, I cry all the time. Each time I tell myself that I can't stand the pain. When I hold you in my arms, I'm singing once again. I said come on, come on, come on, come on. And take it, take another little piece of my heart now, baby. Break it, break another little piece of my heart. I don't need it all. Never have another little piece of my heart now, baby. You know you've got a job that makes you feel good. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Hey. I said come on, come on. Take it. Take another little piece of my heart now, baby. Break it. Break another little piece of my heart, darling, yeah. Oh, no, no. Never have another little piece of my heart now, baby. You know you got it. Oh, take it. Take another little piece of my heart now, baby. You know you got it. Child, if it makes you feel good.