Getting tired of this way

Got plenty work to do

Release this ball and chain, mm

Got a picture in my mind

Of how I want to be

With the passing of time, mm

For five days, it's a strain

Monday to Friday, even in the rain

Robotic's how I feel

I long to break away, long to be free

If I could do it my way

No more would I be blue

I'd do what I choose

If I could live in my reality

No typing of letters, making cups of tea

I'll leave it all behind

Getting tired of this way

Got plenty work to do

Release this ball and chain, mm

Got a picture in my mind

Of how I want to be

With the passing of time, mm

My ideal would be creative as can be

To sing, yeah, that is me

Just as I dreamed as a little girl

In my own big world, ooh

Where do I start?

Where do I start?

Where do I start?

Where do I start?