Minimum Wage Magic — AI song by @Sealine

Inspired by a comment @tuzz left on my fairy post.

About “Minimum Wage Magic”

Artist

@Sealine

Genre

Folk & Acoustic

Made with

AI music generation on BudgetPixel

Lyrics — “Minimum Wage Magic” by @Sealine

**[Verse 1]** She used to dance where the wildflowers grew, Now she’s stocking frozen waffles in aisle two. Tiny silver crown, black boots, bad mood, Somebody just asked where they moved the cat food. Her wings keep catching on the clearance rack, The manager says, “Faye, can you put those back?” She smiles real sweet, but under her breath, She’s one price check away from summoning death. **[Pre-Chorus]** She’s got ancient powers, She can bend space and time— But she still needs approval For a coupon past nine. **[Chorus]** She’s working minimum-wage magic, Yeah, times sure got tough, Ringing up groceries with a smile, And she’s just about had enough. She can sparkle, she can shimmer, She can turn your ex to stone— But if you ask, “Do you work here?” She might teleport you home. Minimum-wage magic, With a smile she doesn’t mean— She’s the crankiest little fairy That the supermarket’s ever seen. **[Verse 2]** She charmed all the carts till they rolled in a line, Got written up quick for “unauthorized divine.” She freshened the lettuce, made day-old bread new, Fixed the front doors with a spell or two. She saved melting ice cream with one little freeze— Management told her, “Stick to your duties, please.” **[Pre-Chorus]** She’s fought goblins, trolls, And a dragon named Clyde— But nothing prepared her For the Friday-night crowd inside. **[Chorus]** She’s working minimum-wage magic, Yeah, times sure got tough, Ringing up groceries with a smile, And she’s just about had enough. She can sparkle, she can shimmer, She can turn your ex to stone— But if you ask, “Do you work here?” She might teleport you home. Minimum-wage magic, With a smile she doesn’t mean— She’s the crankiest little fairy That the supermarket’s ever seen. **[Bridge]** At break time she sits, cigarette in hand, and sighs, Watching the clock with murder in her eyes. Her supervisor says, “Faye, break time is through.” She blows one little smoke ring— “Then magically find someone new.” **[Verse 3]** At quarter to close she’s counting down fast, Dodging that shopper who always comes last. Doors almost locked, freedom finally near— Then somebody walks in: “Hey, are you still open here?” Her eye starts twitching. Her wings unfold. The temperature drops About twenty degrees cold. She whispers, “Of course, sir.” A fake smile settling in, But the sparkle in her fingers Says she’s wearing mighty thin. **[Final Chorus]** She’s working minimum-wage magic, Yeah, times sure got tough, Ringing up groceries with a smile, And she’s finally had enough. She can sparkle, she can shimmer, She can curse you with a grin— So if the sign says **CLOSED**, my friend, Do not come wandering in. Minimum-wage magic, Now she’s finally getting free— She clocks out, flips them off, And flies home through the trees. **[Outro]** Tomorrow at four, She’ll be back in aisle three… Turns out immortality Still isn’t free.

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