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Baby baby, I just can't seem to help it
Every time I get you on the telephone
I lose my mind, I just can't contain it
That's when I start talking about my work stuff
And I just wanna let you know
I do the best job that I can but my boss just doesn't seem to fucking respect me
You tell me just to take it slow
But I'm too wound up from the eight cups of coffee I drank right before I left work
And I just found out that Jeff from accounting is talking that shit behind my back
Now I'm getting angry
Why don't you say it to my face bitch?