If I could find a magic lamp
With a genie deep inside
Then I would rub it good and hard
To make him come outside
I would not fear the puff of smoke
Or the way he looked at me
I would only ask for what was mine
Those wishes named One, Two, Three!
The first wish that I’d have to make
If I was being true
Was to wish that I worked by myself…
And had never met all you! (Just a joke)
But since you’d beat me half to death
If I wrote down those lines
I’d ask the Genie to give me friends,
Co-worker’s called Val-en-tines.
VRS
