Nine to five, my stapler keeps the beat Spreadsheet open, secret chorus on repeat Boss says numbers, I hear glitter underneath This desk pays rent, but it can't sing for me
Clock me out, turn me up tonight Bills get paid, but my dreams want lights Tick tick, baby, hear that countdown click One day I'm gone, and the song will stick
Humming in the hallway, dodging fluorescent light Practicing my exit while I file things right My inbox flirts, but I leave it on read Got a stage in the back of my head
Clock me out, turn me up tonight Bills get paid, but my dreams want lights Tick tick, baby, hear that countdown click One day I'm gone, and the song will stick
When that last paycheck lands, I'll take my bow Leave the keycard; let the music clock me now
Clock me out, turn me up tonight Bills get paid, but my dreams want lights Tick tick, baby, hear that countdown click One day I'm gone, and the song will stick
Till then, this desk gets my quietest encore
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