She's working night shift
And I am stuck writing this song
She's working night and day
Earning us living, what can I say
I try to write the words
That everyone will consider his own
She's working night shift
And I am stuck writing this song
Writing this song, writing this song

Heavily overacting she throws herself down to the floor
She certainly deserves a little more of my attention
But if I don't record this tune I have here in my head
Tomorrow i'll only recall some stupid riff
Nothing worth at all, worth at all 
Worth at all

Could it be
We want to be free
Could it be
We want to be free

What is wrong with me
I do not understand
What is wrong with me
I do not understand
What is wrong with me
I do not understand
What is wrong with me
I do not understand
I do not understand

She's working night shift
And I am stuck writing this song
She's working night and day
Earning us a living, what can I say
I try to write the words
That everyone will consider his own
She's working night shift
And I am stuck writing this song
Writing this song, writing this song
Writing this song
Writing this song


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