“Work Clothes”

Lyrics written and performed by SHEE
©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP)

(Bridge)
Come up behind and whine (repeat), jook it for me baby (repeat) - jook it for me baby one time.

(Verse 1)
Sittin’ at the nine-to-five, can’t wait for the work day to end I hang tonight – bang tonight. My mind like 10pm, sad thing considering it ain’t even lunchtime. But in the meantime, in between time, let me daydream ‘bout being elsewhere. Daydream ‘bout being somewhere, just anywhere but here – here like a nightmare. You could her my phone never stopped ringing today, meeting after meeting today, cut-backs lotta cats laid-off today – gotta get tipsy to work in this place. Gotta do it, bills still gotta get paid, if you live this way, then you feel my pain. Like Jekyll & Hyde in the night and day, in the day I work in the night I play, I…

(Hook)
Show that side that ‘ya co-workers don’t know, nine-to-five I’m professional. When I need to unwind, me and my friends go to the club and we tear in up in our work clothes (repeat)

(Bridge)

(Verse 2)
No doubt I’mma get my swerve on tonight, switch digits with a dude and be gone tonight. He looks right and he checking for my dance skill, I whine-and-go-down and I make it spin ‘round like a windmill. I got a backpack stacked like flapjacks, got him in a trance how I put it down like that. Know he like that and I dance off the hook and it make him stare and I’m like yeah playa look at it. I’m looking at him, medium build and brown skin like ooh I wanna talk to him. Get a drink, get drunk, hit the dance floor then hit the crib, fit to knock a brother out like Kevorkian – till I’m all exhausted and still find the energy to go to work in the morning. Productivity ‘gon plummet, half-hour late when I punch-in – boss better not say nothin’.

(Verse 3)
At least one day per week, I seek recess. Basically to let loose, recoup from nonsense. I spend most my awake moments with them, even though secretly I hate most of them. Tell the helpdesk I just re-booted; get the dude from I.S. to fix the computer – mad how I spend my days with these losers, office politicin’ by the water coolers. Let me find who be stealing the pens from my cubicle, send me down to H.R. for what I’m ‘bout to do to them. ‘Til 5pm my face screwed, then I crack a smile, cause it’s time for brown juice. Time to get down, girl you know how I do – 21 plus in the crowd it’s childproof. Rockin’ my executive suit, business moves – position open for an acquisition tryna merge with you.