It doesn't matter how hard one tries to stay clean.
To all the people who want to stay dressy,
Don't kid yourselves, and stop this incessant preen.
You're gonna get dirty eventually.
Some may call it sheer dumb luck.
A serious of unfortunate events, essentially.
Just don't make a scene when you feel struck.
Like my sisters, with their worry and clash of views.
I wonder if this is what I should be doing.
Waiting, ever waiting for that bit of good news.
Heck, I'd much rather be out there wooing.
It's not like the work I do is so bad, really.
It's just not what I imagine the rest of my life to be.
I wish I could go do something else, freely.
Oh, if only it were that simply and up to me.
It can be quite annoying when people fear you.
Why can't they see I'm doing this for them?
The whole time, it seems the world's askew.
I hardly feel anything - do I have a phlegm?
My family has everything, isn't that enough?
It seems not, as look! they're at it again.
I never knew, that the easy life could be tough.
Promise me it's going to stop, just tell me when.
