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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 (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 (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 Letras de cancionesMy 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 (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 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 smart suit and a kipper tie A big arrow pointing to my fly Have you shaved for work yet, baby? Don't care where the boss is, baby We need to talk (need to talk) Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of overtime Say, my place at nine? From Letras Mania