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I wished I'd lost my job,
without first losing my mind,
I knew before it was through,
That I'd leave my brain behind.
Sitting eight hours a day,
calling o'r and o'r
With a boring script to say,
It made we want to snore.

I forgot how to think,
My behind began to spread,
I even started to drink,
I hated getting out of bed.

I wished I'd lost my job,
Before I first lost my looks,
What's a girl to do,
When romance comes in books.
Working eight to seven,
Gave little time to care,
No manicures for me,
And, oh gosh, look at my hair.

I forgot how to flirt,
my mouth began to droop
My toenails harbored dirt,
And my feet smelled like...woop!

I wish I'd lost my job
Before I gave it all I had,
But I'm still rather young,
And the future's not so bad.
So I'll join a local gym,
Do my nail and fix my hair,
Take a college class or two and
buy something new to wear.
And when I've found myself
I'll build a resume.
And I'll start again, fresh!
I wouldn't have it any other way.

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