» 
 » 
My Cubicle



Текст песни James Blunt - My Cubicle

My job is stupid 
My day's a bore 
Inside this office 
From eight 'til four 

Well, nothing ever happens 
My life is pretty bland 
Pretending that I'm working 
Pray I don't get canned 

My cubicle, My cubicle 
It's one of sixty two 
It's my small space 
In a crowded place 
Just a six-by-six board booth 
And I hate it, that's the truth 

Well, I give a sigh 
As the boss walks by 
No one ever talks to me 
Or looks me in the eye 

And I really should work 
But instead I just 
Sit here and surf the Internet 
In 

My cubicle, My cubicle 
It doesn't have a view 
It's my small space 
In a crowded place 
I sit and sigh there, too 
And sometimes I sit here nude
https://lyrics.primoaccordo.net/james-blunt/my-cubicle.htm