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Clifford T. Ward - Secretary lyrics
Typing her letters she's the type I like Lookin' like a girl of impulse and delight Working her typewriter, pen between her lips She has the whole world at her fingertips. Oh won't you come and be my secretary I got most of my work done Won't you come and be my secretary We can have a lot of fun. Her in-tray's full up Her out-tray's empty And the only thing that's pending is me So I just sit and watch her hair fall on her face While she keeps pushin' it back in place. Oh won't you come and be my secretary I got most of my work done Won't you come and be my secretary We can have a lot of fun. But all she sees are the keys As she crosses her knees And straightens her backache She lights a cigarette Drinks her coffee Yet she don't notice me (she don't notice me) She don't notice me (she don't notice me). Oh won't you come and be my secretary I got most of my work done Won't you come and be my secretary We can have a lot of fun. |
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