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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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A modern venus on the 8th floor |
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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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A bright young thing |
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With a promising career |
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She's got the abilities |
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She's got the facilities |
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She's got the abilities |
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She's got the facilities |
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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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A model beauty |
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At the typewriter |
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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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A smile for boss |
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And she's doing fine |
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She's got the abilities |
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She's got the facilities |
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She's got the abilities |
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She's got the facilities |
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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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She makes herself a drink and she climbs into bed, |
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The sheets so clean and cool, |
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It's so nice to rest her aching head, |
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She thinks back on her working day, |
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Her boss; the silly things he says, |
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She smiles, she shuts her eyes, |
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And she's dreaming of Terry, a mechanic, |
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sometimes working 8 'til 10, |
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It's so rare she ever sees him, |
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And she wants so much to see him again, |
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He bought her a ring and the flowers on her bedside table, |
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And she knows that she loves him, but does he love her? |
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She kisses the photo on the wall beside her bed, |
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And tries to hold back a silly tear. |
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She's a working girl now, and Mummy lives so far away, |
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So She bites her lip, |
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she knows that Terry will be calling soon one day. |
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I look at the clock and I'm feeling the rhythm of love |
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(It's going through me) |
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I look at the light and it sends a lonely shiver down my spine |
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(It gets right to me) |
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I'm thinking of you in some-one else's arms, |
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I'm thinking of you in some-one else's eyes, |
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You're everything I like and everything I despise. |
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(Why don't you leave me?) |
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Running my fingers through your hair, |
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Running your fingers down the back of my neck. |
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Playing your games with your innocent eyes, |
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I try hard to smile through all of your lies, |
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That start to hurt me, hurt me |
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It's like a page from true-love stories |
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It's like a page from true-love stories |
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It's like a page from true-love stories |
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A page from true-love stories |
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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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A modern venus on the 8th floor |
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She's a secretary in the daytime |
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A bright young thing |
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With a promising career |
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She's got the abilities |
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She's got the facilities |
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She's got the abilities |
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She's got the facilities |
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It's like a page from true-love stories |
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It's like a page from true-love stories |
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It's like a page from true-love stories |
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A page from true-love stories |
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She found a message on her typewriter, |
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(Like a page from true-love stories) |
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It said that she was just a normal girl, (It's like a dream) |
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They also felt she was a human being (like a dream) |
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They said that she was a facility (A dream) |
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She found a message on her typewriter, (It's like a dream) |
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It said that she was just a normal girl, (Like a dream, dream dream) |
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They also felt she was a human being |
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They said that she was a facility (Like a dream) |
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Dream, dream, dream, dream, |
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Shhhhhhh, Goodnight |
