Secretary Paula Cole

I’ll be your secretary, oh
I’ll fetch your vodka on the rocks
I’ll be your secretary, oh
I’ll reach up towards the highest shelf and
You’ll sidle up behind me
I do not know you’re there
Until I feel your hands are sliding
Hands up my two thighs and I…

And I want it violent
And I want it mental
And I want it gentle

I’ll be your secretary, oh
I’ll kneel down on the floor in front of you
I’ll be your secretary, oh
I’ll open up my mouth and you will
Lift me up and lay me over
Your secretary
Until I feel your hands are sliding
Hands up my two thighs and I…

And I want it violent
And I want it mental
And I want it gentle