LYNN BROWNELL: clips

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I MARRIED MY JOB (lyrics)

Well, color me happy, you've gotten yourself a real job
One with a desk, and an office and a gun
You think you're so smart, now they all call you Mom
A bunch of lost souls who'll never really learn
They use you up so there's nothing left
It's just what you wanted, you won't have to remember what you started to do
What's right here in front of you
I'll call you back, I married my job, my staff is calling on the other line
I'll check the clock to squeeze you in for a short stack at 3 or 4 AM
I'm going to be a doctor before, during and after a wife and kids
I'll analyze and scrutinize their tiny minds
I'm perfect for that because I was a kid once
A nasty kid, and that'll really help
So tell everyone there's time to fit them in , no one's left out except for maybe you
I'll change my schedule and then you'll be happy
Gotta go, everyone else needs me