Text: Local H. Pack Up The Cats. She Hates My Job.

She's my girl, she hates my job
She'd trade it all in for the time that it's robbed
She's okay, she don't lay blame
But she hates my job all the same

She hates my job, she won't say
I don't think I want to ask her anyway
I know something's gotta give
She hates my job but she'll live

She hates my job
She hates my job
She hates my job
Its all alright, she just hates my job

She'll admit it's not half bad
I love my job and so does
Her mom and dad

She hates my job
She hates my job
She hates my job
She hates my job
But I love her anyway
She hates my job