Jon Herington - Up For Grabs | Текст песни

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I take the train to my job in the city
Squeeze into my cubicle - I'm sittin' pretty
Not one happy face on the whole damn floor
I wonder what the hell I'm doing it for
Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs
I take the same train to get home at night
Walk ten blocks and up five flights
My kids are watching adult TV
My mother-in-law's visiting from Canarsie
Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs
Hold me now baby I'm Up For Grabs
Squeeze me my darling I'm Up For Grabs
That mound of paper that sits on my desk
I approach it like it's a hornet's nest
My boss marches in - he's such a sweaty thing

Then the goddam phone begins to ring
Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs
Hold me now baby I'm Up For Grabs
Squeeze me my darling I'm Up For Grabs
My how the time flies it's six A.M.
Get up get dressed do it all over again
Choo-choo train go clickety clack
My sleepy head stuck on an aching back
Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs
Hold me now baby I'm Up For Grabs
Squeeze me my darling I'm Up For Grabs

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