Caught in a trap, a magic spell,
I’ve got an urge that I cannot quell,
I am a prisoner to the beat,
I’m a slave and it’s absurd,
I simply cannot fight the words,
Rhythmically moving my feet
That pulsing beat, it carries on,
I could be here until the dawn,
Back and forth and back I sway,
That pulsing beat comes from above,
A gentle hand turned to a shove,
And I might never get away,
You sweep and sweep and sweep that floor,
You sweep and sweep until you can’t sweep no more,
You sweep and sweep and sweep until you’re sore,
Dust is the enemy and you’re at war,
You sweep and sweep and sweep that room,
You sweep and sweep until you’ve worn down the entire broom,
You keep on sweeping and I assume,
You’ll keep sweeping until your doom.
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