She called me up today Meet me down at the old cafe I jumped into the shower I was getting my marching orders We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of overtime Say, my place at nine She'd never stand for any lies She's got an out tray full of guys I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling Now she says she wants to call a meeting We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of overtime Say, my place at nine I'm a slave to work I'm only living when I walk Amongst the office staff And catch up with the office wag I'll be in bed by nine My curtains drawn My thoughts composed I get to work on time She gave me some dictation But my strength is in administration I took down all she said I even took down her little red dress We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job I'm pushing for a raise Been pushing now for days My output is in decline I was burned out after Thatcher My banner I laid down with a sigh Now I doubt if I'll ever catch her I've got to change my ways Dress for business every day A sharp suit and a kipper tie A big arrow pointing to my fly I fish out for workout baby Don't go where the mouse is baby We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of over time Say my place at nine © SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com