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There are no windows, there is no escapeGet your hands off of me, you damn dirty apeThere is a roomful of college degreesBurning their eyes out, doing data entryI sit among them but I don’t earn muchI work from 9 to 5 ‘cause I ache for your touchI just need 50 bucks so that I can take the busFor five short hours, you turn me into usThis job, it sucks my soul right through my fingertipsIt’s worth the 40 hours so that I can kiss your lipsI sit among them but I don’t earn muchI work from 9 to 5 ‘cause I ache for your touchGet off of work at 5, cash my check at the bankGo home, change out of my suit ‘cause it’s getting pretty rankI grab a bagel but I’m too excited to eatI ride the Greyhound, floating miles above my seat I sit among them but I don’t earn muchI work from 9 to 5 ‘cause I ache for your touch From Letras Mania