Sometimes all we desire is a good start
To raise the standards of living on our part
I stretch with my squinting eyes; yawning widely with a sigh
Tossing and turning in bed – five minutes more I cry
The morning’s tedious without caffeine
Fishing in my cupboard to find a new dress – no more old jeans
Work is a burden and punctuality a bloody mosquito
These rules are not for us – break them, mould them with the power of veto
The boss yells at the front table where I feverishly snore
He senses the nasty alcohol on my breath– he can’t ignore
He can’t figure out who am I – Beyonce, Ke$ha or Lady Gaga
Tick Tock to if I were a boy to Born this way – it is MY remix saga
I lose the job, freak out wandering streets and my wallet’s empty
I am confident, positive and lovely – don’t need any pity
If life was all about abiding by rules and regulations
There would have been a large platform then and no more stations
Life is a scoop of an ice-cream and that last bit of the dark chocolate cake
Enjoy and breathe the way you want – celebrate every day before you fake
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