She called me up today
Meet me down at the old café
I jumped into the shop
I was getting my marching orders
We need to talk (We need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
Want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
She never stand for any lies
She's got an entrée full of guys
I could sense her breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting
We need to talk (We need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
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
I'll catch up with the office wife
I'll be in bed by nine
My curtains drawn, my thoughts composed
I'll 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 the little red dress
We need to talk (We need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
Want to give you the job
Pushing for a raise
Been pushing now for days
My output is in decline
I was burned out after Boris Johnson
My banner I laid down with a sigh
I can't think what rhymes with Johnson
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 thigh
We need to talk (We need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
Want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
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