Oh Mr. Timothy, won't you please
Trickle down a drop for puny little me?
My kitten's hissin' pissed
And one flick of your rolex
Could summon back my darlin' Analiese
Oh Mr. Timothy, I'm at a loss
I'm working my ass off but at what cost?
Some human decency
Or at least mild empathy
Would mean the world coming from my boss
Mr. T you're my Catch .22
Cuz I toil all my time away to you
And my lady keeps swiping her phone
She can't stand to be alone
Her love I simply can't afford to lose
All I want to do is spend my time with her
At home away from you
I'd rather be dead but a man needs his bread
I feel like I've been taken for a fool
I feel like a tool
You see, Analiese, she's a vixen
A succubus of lust and affection
My neighbors think we're hosts
Of some Netflix cult
From the noises seeping through my apartment
Ana has all sorts of degrees
Bachelor, masters, and a Ph. D
Yet despite her resume
It baffles me to say
She's still depending on me
But now she gripes I devote my days
To a dead end job with even shittier pay
But what else am I to do?
Somehow my salary is the glue
That keeps my baby coming back my way
All I want to do is spend my time her
At home away from you
I never wanted this life, is it even worth the fight?
Am I really just a cliche corporate cog?
I feel like a fraud
Oh Mr. Timothy, I know
The trials you must face as CEO
But could Grandpa's company
Or another heir of the family
Find it in their hearts to throw me a bone?
Now Mr. Timothy, I beggin' you to listen
Not all of us are endowed with your privilege
If you don't give me a decent wage
I'll be lonely the rest of my days
Analiese is leaving me for another Trustafarian