Workaholic
My hubby is a workaholic,
he's addicted to his job
He loves to put in a lot of overtime,
tacked on to his normal 9 to 9
Working double shifts,
come holidays he never miss
He loves to stay late,
vacations he refuses to take
My man is a workaholic,
he never calls in sick
His boss don't have to put no carrot on a stick,
'cause he knows
my fella is gonna come to work quick, lickety split
Living with a workaholic
sometimes can be hard
I'm the one who has to mow the lawn,
and rake the yard
I'm the one who has to paint the house,
and walk the dog
But I suppose the worst thing of it all,
is that when he comes home,
he falls dead tired on the bed
Ain't no lovemaking gonna be done,
just the sound of snoring instead
I guess the best consolation prize is:
in this suburban castle, the crown sits on my head
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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