HOT CONFESSIONS OF A TECHNICAL PROOFREADER
I could do so much I was told as a child
If only I would try
Well how do you know I didn’t try
I swear to God I tried
Hot confessions of a technical proofreader, now you’re hearing
Hot confessions of a technical proofreader
Did you catch my face as I walked into that place
Forget about me I’m gone without a trace
The windows are open look they’re beckoning me
But I lack the nerve to leave
Hot confessions of a technical proofreader, ever hear ‘em?
Hot confessions of a technical proofreader
I think I located the problem
My vital juice is being drained
I keep on getting and then just quitting these little jobs
That are strangling me
Love is waiting
Lips are tasting
My escaping
This daily penance
I won’t be guilty for getting fired I shouldn’t have been here
In the first place
