Clifford T. Ward Lyrics
Clifford T. Ward Lyrics
"Secretary Lyrics"
Dead's A Fact Lyrics
Life's fact - it ends in death - Dead is a fact for all, king or slave you get the call - Feel supreme or live in sorrow, face t
Life's fact - it ends in death - Dead is a fact for all, king or slave you get the call - Feel supreme or live in sorrow, face t
Typing her letters she's the type I like
Lookin' like a girl of impulse and delight
Working her typewriter, pen between her lips
She has the whole world at her fingertips.
Oh won't you come and be my secretary
I got most of my work done
Won
Mind of a Lunatic Lyrics
(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinki
't you come and be my secretary(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinki
We can have a lot of fun.
Her in-tray's full up
Her out-tray's empty
And the only thing that's pending is me
So I just sit and watch her hair fall on her face
While she keeps pushin' it back in place.
Oh
American Holy War Lyrics
Call in the troops an load up the bombs we are we are we are we are marching to war and a war can't be won we are we are we are we a
won't you come and be my secretaryCall in the troops an load up the bombs we are we are we are we are marching to war and a war can't be won we are we are we are we a
I got most of my work done
Won't you come and be my secretary
We can have a lot of fun.
But all she sees are the keys
As she crosses her knees
And straightens her backache
She lights a cigarette
Drinks
A Heart Was Beating (Part II) Lyrics
[instrumental]
her coffee[instrumental]
Yet she don't notice me (she don't notice me)
She don't notice me (she don't notice me).
Oh won't you come and be my secretary
I got most of my work done
Won't you come and be my secretary
We can have a lot of fun.