| 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 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 |