Tekstovi: Belle And Sebastian. Step Into My Office, Baby.

She called me up today

Meet me down at the old cafe

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

My 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 sharp suit and a clip-on 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?