Eight in the morning,
Frankly tired of the party.
Bones that ask for a bed
and creak down the stairs.
My head is spinning in a spiral.
Go to work. What a calamity!
Mirror lenses
No one can see where I have dark circles.
Fed up with so much dancing
I have a lot of cramps in my legs.
The elevator
comes so full that
not a pin fits,
but they call me: Come, come, come.
Oh, oh, oh how hot.
There is danger in the elevator.
Twenty-third.
And the looks take my breath away.
Hands everywhere
and gallant smiles. I'm afraid.
Who orders me
to come dressed like this.
And then go down
with a bold basketball team.
Oh, oh, oh, how hot.
There is danger in the elevator.
Oh, oh, oh, how hot.
There is danger in the elevator

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