Every morning of everyday
I wake up it's the same ol thing
Fight the traffic, punch the clock.
Concrete floors wearing out my shoes
Tired of feeling the way I do.
Three more trucks to load, it never stops.
They're killin' me from nine to five
When it's quitting time, I come alive.
Cause I gotta woman
Who holds me in her arms and understands
A beautiful woman
Who knows how hard it is to be a man.
No telling where I'd be right now
If she hadn't been sent down
So I don't have to face this world all by myself
She's my five o'clock angel.
I'm like a branded man down where I work
The company name sewn on my shirt
They can buy my time, but they don't own me.
There's more to me than what I do
I've got feelings, too.
There's somewhere else I'd rather be.
You can have your beer and whiskey sour.
I don't need no Happy Hour.
Cause I got a woman
Who holds me in her arms and understands
A beatiful woman
Who knows how hard it is to be a man
No telling where I'd be right now
If she hadn't been sent down
So I don't have to face this world all by myself
She's my five o'clock angel.
No telling where I'd be right now
If she hadn't been sent down
So I don't have to face this world all by myself
She's my five o'clock angel
My five o'clock angel

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