Just one job could save my life.

My mom, she doesnt have a job,

Sure, she's a good housewife,

but she doesn't get paid, she would never make it on her own.

My dad, yeah, he's got a job,

and it ain't easy to make it by sometimes.

If I could make it through college,

get just one job and save my life,

I'd be a psycholgist.

Why? Well, I'll tell you why.

I could help people, make them better.

Where's the fun in that?

I'd get the satisfaction of making people better,

something I could never do with myself.

Yet, that one job, would save my life.


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