A perfect day to get out of bed
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Shower, dress, shave, kiss you on the head
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Then I hit the office and my head starts to swim
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A perfect day to just walk around
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See a violent movie and check the sounds
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But even on the street, when I hear a phone ring
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My heart starts to beat
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When I get home I don't want you to speak
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Don't talk to me about work
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Please don't talk to me about work
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I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt - with work, with work
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How many dollars, how many sales
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How many liars, how many tales
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How many insults must you take in this one life
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I'm in prison most of the day
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So please excuse me, if I get this way
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But I have got obligations to keep -
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So be very careful when you speak
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Don't talk to me about work
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Please don't talk to me about work
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I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt - with work, with work...
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Don't Talk To Me About Work
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| Lou Reed |
