I will surrender, I'll have to give in,
Will throw my talent [bad word] bin,
Put on high-hilled shoes and a stupid smile... [bad word] with violent clicks,
Asking my boss if he wants his [bad word] licked,
My working desk covered with pile of files..

I don't wanna sell my time,
I don't wanna sell my mind,
I don't wanna sell my soul!
If I tear my dream off myself
My life would [bad word] fashionable [bad word] 
But the entire me would be sold...

Though I am young I am grown up enough
To start to feel that my life's rather tough
And one should work, one should earn, one should save...
And I am willing to work very hard
But what I'm dying to work at is art
And I don't wanna be an office slave...

I don't wanna go there, no!
But I'll have nowhere to go,
So I will have to sell my soul...
Gossiping about cooleagues,
Trying to avoid intrigues
Of people who are as well sold...

Some people say that what can help is love,
But I think love really is not enough,
Love will ask 'How was your working day?'
And this question will be asked every day,
And every day I will have [bad word] 
And love will turn to slow motion decay..