Do this! Do that! NOW!!! You wanna get paid? Well, bitch, you better dance! And make it good But I'm dancing as hard as I can.... Well bitch, dance harder! You gotta dance twice is hard To look half as good So start sweating My reports aren't done! My numbers aren't right! I got a deadline! My coffee isn't strong enough? Damn, do I look like a secretary?.... Who cares? I need my coffee! Boss, I'm taking a sick day today.... What? you're sick? Who's gonna run this company? How do I make money if you aren't here? Bitch, hurry up and get well And finish your dance Tap dance! Tap dance! Tap dance! I got money to make!
Reason for writing:
Corporate America for you!
Birth sign: Cancer
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