Fembots
A Million Dead End Jobs
When all I want is a minute moreI'm only minutes lateBut opening up all life's locked doorsIt's not my strongest traitI do it well, I do it wellBut I don't like to waitI do it wellWhen the feeling soursFrom your private hoursTo the public crushIt feels just like a million dead end jobsAt the corner storeYou leave the line your cigarettes in handBrokenBut you do it wellYou do it wellYou do it wellDon't you?You do it well
From Letras Mania