I’ll be your secretary, oh.
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I’ll fetch your vodka on the rocks,
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I’ll be your secretary, oh,
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I’ll reach up towards the highest shelf and,
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You’ll sidle up behind me,
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I do not know you’re there,
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Until I feel your hands are sliding hands up my two thighs and I…
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And I want it violent,
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And I want it mental,
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And I want it gentle.
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I’ll be your secretary, oh,
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I’ll kneel down on the floor (in front of you)
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I’ll be your secretary, oh,
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I’ll open up my mouth and you will
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lift me up and lay me over
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Your secretary,
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Until I feel your hands are sliding hands up my two thighs and I…
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And I want it violent,
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And I want it mental,
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And I want it gentle.
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I’ll be your secretary, oh,
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So kneel down on the floor in front of me,
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You’ll be my secretary, oh,
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Now come and be my Florence Nightingale.
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I want you in my apron,
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I want you to paint the walls,
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I want to come and smack you,
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Make you hot and sore, now get down on the floor, and I…
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And I want it violent,
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And I want it mental,
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And I want it gentle.
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I’ll be your secretary, oh.
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Secretary
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| Paula Cole |
