A Little Love Fix

Clock ticks slow in this old office chair, Boss's son, with that perfect hair. He struts in like he owns the place, While I’m just tryin' to keep a straight face. Papers stackin', coffee's gone cold, Tales of his summer, never gettin' old. I glance at the window, watch the sun fade, Another long day that I just can't trade.

male voice, Country, Pop, Rock, Chill, Energetic, Romantic, Slow, Piano.