Song I just wrote. Lyrics:

WHITE COLLAR BLUES
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bereft of cash
wading thru trash
teeth set to gnash
pc set to crash
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give that guy a home
give that dog a bone
just leave me alone
text me on my phone
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checking emails
checking esales
checking females
checking payscales
(on the way home)
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taking chances
on late-night dances
and midday fancies
lead to office romances
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flick the dirt
from your shirt
one more won’t hurt
when you’re on red alert
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white collar blues
might dollars lose
white collar blues
vous m’accusez
(that’s what you say)
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