Life of a mad white woman
Alarm going offlooking at the clock
rolling out of bed
feet hit the floor running,
Just in time to get the babies out of bed.
RUN RUN RUN
Drop off , kiss the babies,
Punch the clock
WORK WORK WORK
Dust fills my nose
Never ending
Pay those bills, more coming in
Maybe today will be my day!
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