It was the end of the week
It was the end of the work month
My spirit was high but I didn’t feel like working.
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I was in a good mood
Listened to some good tunes
I wasn’t feeling down but I didn’t feel like working.
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I hummed along to a good beat
Last song syndrome on my mind and on repeat
My menstruation was done but I just didn’t feel like working.
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The hours crept by and then the end of the day
My heart sang with glee as I hopped my way out of the office
Finally!