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I’m married to a shift worker And it’s stinky. It’s enough to make an angel Spit and swear. I’m married to a shift worker And it’s lonely. I go to bed some nights With my Teddy Bear. I’m married to a shift worker And he’s tired. It’s hard for him With all these changing shifts. I’m married to shift worker And he’s cranky. He’s got to give his best For his own peace of mind. I’m married to a shift worker And it’s lovely To be together When no one else is here.
05th August 1999
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