Sofi deli

Sofi stands at the counter line,
Slicing ham like it’s a crime.
Clock says eight, but it feels like four,
Boss walks in — yeah, here comes more.

He barks out orders, never kind,
Like she’s got nothin’ on her mind.
But Sofi’s fire burns down low,
Dreams of leaving — they still glow.

(Chorus)
Sofi in the deli, working through the grind,
Heartbeats like a war drum, freedom on her mind.
Customers complaining, phones that never stop,
But she’s a quiet storm, about to blow the top.
Ohhh, Sofi!
Sofi in the deli line!

(Verse 2)
“Can I get it thinner?” “No, not that!”
“Why’s it cold?” “Where’s my fat-free brat?”
She smiles fake while biting rage,
Counting down ‘til she leaves the cage.

She’s got rock songs in her soul,
Not this plastic, pre-sliced role.
Wanna smash that cheese display,
Crank the amp and walk away!

(Chorus)
Sofi in the deli, cutting through the day,
Dreams of loud guitars just one shift away.
Boss don’t see the fire, customers don’t care,
But she’s got leather boots and wild in her stare.
Ohhh, Sofi!
Burnin’ under neon lights!

(Bridge)
When the lights go down and the doors are closed,
Sofi’s got riffs only she knows.
One more shift, one more fake smile,
But she’s counting steps to her rebel mile.

(Final Chorus)
Sofi in the deli, but not for long,
She’s gonna trade that coat for a rebel song.
Turn up the volume, break the chain,
No more turkey, no more pain!
Ohhh, Sofi!
Rockin’ out of the deli line!