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 Im going to give you the job Im pushing for a raise Ive been pushing now for days Im a slave to work Im only living when I walk amongst the office staff And catch up with the office wag Ill be in bed by nine My curtains drawn My thoughts composed I get to work on time Shed never stand for any lies Shes 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 Ive 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 Ill ever catch her
Artist: Belle & Sebastian
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