McDonald's

I can prove I worked at McDonald's, unlike some people. In high school, I was fired from Burger King on my 3rd or 4th day and I realized several years ago it was probably my Autistic Spectrum Disorder. I didn't smile, talk or socialize enough and the manager didn't like me. Like my sister, resentment and sabotage were common in my life although I was naive and often oblivious to it. But I did pretty well at McDonald's in 1980. I was a bit too old but I took the job partly to conquer my Burger King experience.

And it feels like I've been rescued
I've been set free
I am set upon
A new destiny

You are magical, lyrical, beautiful
You are, and I want you to know, baby

I, I love you like a love song, baby