My Boss

I have a kind and gentle boss;
She shows me what to do.
All day we gain; there is no loss;
I just keep kissing you.

At end of shift my boss tells me
That I shall get a raise.
A job like this I’d take for free,
Then give a gift of praise.

My boss, she will not let me go;
Shows more of what to do.
O boss, O boss, O sweet, sweet boss,
I’m working nights with you!

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