It’s My Business
It’s my business
It’s a good one
It’s my business
You cannot watch me
Organize my files
I drag the filing cabinet
From the next room over
Put it in the spot
Behind my recording equipment
Everyone in my town
That I’ve ever met is in it
With their pictures and their voiceprints
And the things they fear
I’m so terribly organized
But how would you know?
It’s my business
It’s a good one