I wake up every evening
with a big smile on my face
and it never feels out of place
And you're still probably workin'
at a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes
When you see my face, hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Now where's your picket fence, love?
And where's that shiny
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