Do you know that I’m here, just waiting for you?
I go get the files like you ask me to do.
You can see my curves in this tight blue dress,
Your sharp new suit you wear to impress.
Our corner office is small, but the window is grand,
The light shining in to the place where I stand.
There is surely no clutter; the green rug is so bright,
I wish my red lipstick would help with my plight.
You never look happy, is this part of your game?
I never thought I’d be one of those 1940’s dames.
The workers outside all see how I act,
Why do you wait, is there something I lack?
Do you know that I’m here, just waiting for you?