I can be your auditor
And you can be be auditee
I'll take you where we'll be alone
To muse over the oddity
Of how new skis relate to work
Or why the Gap's a charity
Of how your eyes are cute and blue
Or the fetishism of my commodity
When my buddies at the IRS
Threaten to tell my boss on me
I'll stick your receipts right up their ass
And yell something vaguely obscene about how professionalism
is overrated
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