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MISS NINE TO FIVE
 
She drove on the drive it was miss nine to five
I said have you had a good day at the store?
She said don't talk stupid oh what a bore
It will drive me crazy if I have to do anymore.

Emails and typing answering the phone
Dam thing never stops and I'm on my own,
Answering complaints oh what the hell
The boss just laughs if I moan, oh well.

He caught me doing me nails, he blew a fuse
What's he expect, dam job gives me the blues,
He only gives me three hours to get me hair done
He moaned last week cause I had some shopping fun.

He wouldn't have a business if it wasn't for me
So what I took two hours for lunch down by the sea,
I need to get in the sun it's good for my body
Stuck in a damned office all dark and shoddy.

He wont sack me anyway, I'll just lower me top
He knows that gets more customers into the shop,
With that the phone rang and guess who or what?
She had taken her boss for granted and that was her lot.












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