Work

Getting tired of this way
 Got plenty work to do
 Release this ball and chain
 Got a picture in my mind
 Of how I want to be
 With the passing of time
 For five days it's a strain
 Monday to friday even in the rain
 Robotic is how I feel
 I long to break away long to be free
 If I could do it my way
 No more would I be blue
 I'd do what I choose
 If I could live my reality
 No typing of letters making cups of tea
 i'll leave it all behind
 Getting tired of this way
 Got plenty work to do
 Release this ball and chain
 Got a picture in my mind
 Of how I want to be
 With the passing of time
 My ideal would be creative as can be
 To sing yeah that is me
 Just as I dreamed as a little girl
 In my own big world
 Where do I start, listen to my heart