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[verse]

[female vocal, ideally]

In the glow of the morning, sunlight streaming through my room,

I find myself encumbered by a most peculiar doom.

Manicured perfection, nails like crescents gleam and bloom,

Yet when I touch the keyboard, they become my typing tomb.

[verse]

Emails and messages, they pile up high in queues,

But my nails tap a staccato, in a rhythm I can't use.

Once swift as a cheetah, now I plod like tired shoes,

All because these claws, they have their own stubborn views.

[chorus]

Why can't I type with these talons grand?

Each key's a battle in this nail-bound land.

Every word's a fight, oh, what a plight,

Why can't I type with these talons grand?

[verse]

Maybe I’ll embrace it, let the typos fall like rain,

In the comedy of errors, find a beauty in the strain.

Or perhaps I'll clip them short, return to typing plain,

Yet, for now, I’ll let them grow, and dance through this refrain.

[chorus]

Why can't I type with these talons grand?

Each key's a battle in this nail-bound land.

Every word's a fight, oh, what a plight,

Why can't I type with these talons grand?

[interlude]

[verse]

So here I am, in laughter, as the letters twist and twirl,

Living life with long nails, in a joyous, jumbled whirl.

For every misstep typing, a new adventure to unfurl,

You men will never understand the struggle of us girls.

[chorus]

Why can't I type with these talons grand?

Each key's a battle in this nail-bound land.

Every word's a fight, oh, what a plight,

Why can't I type with these talons grand?

[outro]

Why can't I type with these talons grand?

Each key's a battle in this nail-bound land.

Every word's a fight, oh, what a plight,

Why can't I type with these talons grand?