Lyrics

A Uniform Problem

[Verse 1]
I peeked inside her secret stash,
A drawer of dreams, a hidden cache.
A maid’s white frock, a nurse’s cap,
A mailman’s bag, a cop’s tight strap.
I thought, “My dear, you’re full of flair—
But what’s with all this workwear?”

[Chorus]
She’s got a job for every mood,
Each outfit says she’s quite pursued.
But oh, my heart, I must confess,
She’s dressed for work, but where’s success?
Propose, you say? I think I’ll stall,
She might just need a uniform for it all.

[Verse 2]
A badge of honor, a postman’s pouch,
She’s switching hats from couch to couch.
A mop, a stethoscope, a mail route plan,
Is she a careerist, or just a fan?
I thought, “Oh darling, you’ve got the drive—
But how do these gigs survive?”

[Prechorus]
She’s a Jill of trades, a mistress of threads,
But stable work? That thought she dreads.

[Chorus]
She’s got a job for every mood,
Each outfit says she’s quite pursued.
But oh, my heart, I must confess,
She’s dressed for work, but where’s success?
Propose, you say? I think I’ll stall,
She might just need a uniform for it all.

[Bridge]
Now maybe I’m hasty, I’m quick to judge,
But could she be crafting some secret grudge?
Or maybe, just maybe, she’s building a plan,
To find the one job where I’m her man.

David Rose