Jon Herington - Up For Grabs lyrics

I take the train to my job in the city Squeeze into my cubicle - I'm sittin' pretty Not one happy face on the whole damn floor I wonder what the hell I'm doing it for Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs I take the same train to get home at night Walk ten blocks and up five flights My kids are watching adult TV My mother-in-law's visiting from Canarsie Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs Hold me now baby I'm Up For Grabs Squeeze me my darling I'm Up For Grabs That mound of paper that sits on my desk I approach it like it's a hornet's nest My boss marches in - he's such a sweaty thing Then the goddam phone begins to ring Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs Hold me now baby I'm Up For Grabs Squeeze me my darling I'm Up For Grabs My how the time flies it's six A.M Get up get dressed do it all over again Choo-choo train go clickety clack My sleepy head stuck on an aching back Sometimes it feels like my life is Up For Grabs Hold me now baby I'm Up For Grabs Squeeze me my darling I'm Up For Grabs