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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 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 SongtexteMy 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 Aus Songtexte Mania