She called me up today Meet me down at the old café 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 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?m going to give you the job I?m pushing for a raise I?ve been pushing now for days
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?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
I?ve got to change my ways Dress for business every day A smart suit and a kipper tie A big arrow pointing to my fly
We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of better pay Can you start today?
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
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