Well, here's the struggle, it's starting all over again
Just like yesterday, I'm still running late
Meanwhile my girl must be getting out of the shower
Getting dressed quickly and putting on her lipstick
And maybe forgetting that with snow-filled eyes
This morning it's her guy who made her little breakfast
Her little breakfast, na na na na...

Well, here's the struggle, I'm getting into my van
I'm going to eat dust, I've had enough
I'm uncomfortable in my shoes and uncomfortable on my seat
And these damn cars that are driving me crazy
Meanwhile my girl is christening the bed
And looking at her butt in the wardrobe mirror
The wardrobe, na na na na...

Well, here's the struggle, worked for eight hours
I'll go have a beer later at the Rotonde
I'll call my girl to tell her everything's fine
No, I'm not with a mistress, I'm at the bar and I love you
I'll tell her not to forget to buy wine tonight
Otherwise there won't be any for her little breakfast tomorrow
Tomorrow, na na na na...

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