Let the moonlight break through your hair,
Fill your lungs with mountain air,
‘Cause that’s how fast you’re going to run,
Shining all night like a midnight sun.
Let your howls be heard to the lands where he fled,
Conveying everything ever that was left unsaid,
Wait till he comes back begging on his knees,
Only to steer clear of him for he’s a disease.
Let it be known that to love you’re immune,
Career is the lyric to your new tune,
For when you win at your place of work,
You know you’re not being affected by a jerk.
