Still, though, Brit, I feel you.
Wouldn't it be charming if i could just fast forward about a week and a half?
In all seriousness, though, maybe this is just a bit of autobiographical writing from Britney (or maybe not, I'm too lazy to check on the writing credits of a song called "Work, bitch."). All that being said there is just something so ruefully, so appropriately American about this song. It is what we worship: the act of work itself.
Who has time to appreciate the outcomes? After all, there's always more work to be done, bitch.
Embrace the curse, hold it close, kiss it on the mouth.
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