Oh big city firm, oh big city firm
My heart is all a flutter
Like all dysfunctional relationships
My self-respect is in the gutter
I'm anxious and stressed
I don't sleep much at night
My billable targets
Are so far from sight
My files are disordered
My motivation low
My clothes do not adhere
To the dress code you know
When I see a partner
Walk past my desk
I pretend to work
It's like doing a test
It's only on Sundays
Early in the morning
That I can relax
And ignore the warnings
Some eggs and the paper
Maybe a nice cuddle
And I can escape
The big city firm bubble
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