My thoughts composed
We need to talk
My curtains drawn
I’m only living when I walk
I want to give you the job
I want to give you the job
We need to talk
I’m pushing for a raise
I’m a slave to work
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Been pushing now for days
My output is in decline
Step into my office, baby
I took down all she said
Step into my office, baby
She’d never stand for any lies
Publisher: SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD
But my strength is in administration
A big arrow pointing to my fly
Step into my office, baby
A chance of overtime
I want to give you the job
A chance of over time
And catch up with the office wag
I was burned out after Thatcher
I even took down her little red dress
I’ll be in bed by nine
A chance of overtime
I fish out for workout baby
A sharp suit and a kipper tie
Say, my place at nine
Dress for business every day
She called me up today
We need to talk
She gave me some dictation
Amongst the office staff
My banner I laid down with a sigh
Say, my place at nine
I was getting my marching orders
I want to give you the job
Step into my office, baby
I get to work on time
Meet me down at the old cafe
She’s got an out tray full of guys
Now she says she wants to call a meeting
Songwriters: Richard Colburn, Chris Geddes, Stevie Jackson, Robert Kildea, Sarah Martin, Stuart Murdoch
Don't go where the mouse is baby
Now I doubt if I’ll ever catch her
We need to talk
Say my place at nine
I’ve got to change my ways
I jumped into the shower