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(Don Reid) She leaves home at eight, a little bit late A little bit tired of it all She unlocks the doors and does so much more Than what she gets credit for. She opens the mail, straightens up without fail last Friday evening's mess She makes brand new coffee though her head's hurtin' awfully By nine she's looking her best. And Monday comes dawning the world wakes up yawning And Friday seems so far away But there bright and early Monday morning secretary You sure do look pretty today. --- Instrumental --- At ten there's a break she don't always take Just time for a powder and smoke A salesman comes in looks her over end to end And tells her a new dirty joke. She laughs off his pass like she's done in the past She knows all those lines so well Then at five she goes home to her cat and two rooms And cries 'cause she's lonely as hell. And Monday comes dawning the world wakes up yawning And Friday seems so far away But there bright and early Monday morning secretary You sure do look pretty today. You sure do look pretty today... |