Natasha Bedingfield

I got a letter this morning 
My overdraft's in overdrive 
They wanna know what I'm gonna do about it 
How I'm proposing to survive 
Stay alive stay alive oooh 
They want the money 
so I work and work and work ...... 
They're making me roast 
The cheque's in the post 
You needn't worry worry worry.... 
You hit the roof when I'm on the floor 
Did I ever let you down before 
I got a letter from my broker 
He say he broker than me 
My silver mine has tarnished over 
I'm on the road to tragedy 
Help me, help me, oooooh 
I need the money 
so I work and work and work..... 
I'm deeper in debt, I'm covered in sweat 
You make me worry, worry, worry.... 
This nightmare's giving me the shakes 
Hope I wake and find it's all a mistake 
I started with nothing, and worked my way down 
I know the things that I do, they mystify you 
It's a strange way of living 
But I like playing with fire 
I'm always walking the wire 
And when the tightrope snaps 
You'll see my world collapse 
I got a letter this morning 
Must be my lucky day 
Seems I've inherited a fortune 
Rich Uncle Sam passed away, away, away, ooooh 
I'm in the money 
No more work and work and work..... 
My banker's aghast, I'm dripping with cash 
No need to worry, worry, worry..... 
You need an angel to survive 
An overdraft in overdrive