.Twenty-four hot-flush, brown-eyed girl
Making no-good money in a big bad world
I don't know where to begin but I know where I wanna go (uh-oh)
So I punch the clock and roam the night
God I really hate my nine to five
Sick of working 'till my body hurts
Sick of working 'till my .
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