My job is sometimes cold
I feel like giving up but instead i get bold
Believe it or not my head got bump
But i didn't cry i was a chump
When the wind blows my hair feels nice
unless its wet and cold then it feels like ice
Sometimes my job makes me feel low
Sometimes it can make me glow
Sometimes my job make me sad
But then i think of my paycheck and i get glad
Sometimes when i work i`m so hot
And at times i`m not
Sometimes on my job i need to run
On occasions my job is fun
My job is at a store
I get hurt i get a sore
Sometimes my job is hard its like picking a right card
Sometimes i like to sing
No matter what mood i bring
Sometimes i burn
i guess its just my turn
