international job seeker
¶ 1
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I’ve got a heart of gold,
I’ve got nerves of steel,
and on the front of my shirt,
are the residues of my last meal.
¶ 2
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I’m going down town,
to pick up my dole,
It’s a life of rock and role.
I’m not like you see, I’m sleeker,
i’m an international job seeker.
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