The Pretty Things - Office Love Lyrics
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Office Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Office Love By The Pretty Things?
It was a grey dawn, penciled in lightly
The morning screamed, neath the traffic's feet The razor burned commuters reflections It didn't seem a visual treat. The office staff begin the humdrum Making the hours and the money flow. The guilty lovers keep their secret And hope it doesn't show. Oh no office love is such a bitch Oh no like a knife in the back He catches the train up every morning From his Croyden executive estate He's convinced he needs a new future But she's prepared to wait He swears to step cleanly from a marriage That's become so tangled and confused She knows he's lying for his pleasures He doesn't see her cry. He doesn't see her die. Oh no office love is such a bitch Oh no like a knife in the back She goes home, knowing that it can't go on Her secret fears become too strong Seeing what little love she has she's losing He's the type that manages to sleep at night The guilt is safely locked away But it was just another day, and he's so tired. Her heart seemed set on destruction With lips drawn pale and thin She offered up love like a sacrifice And he was closing in. Her mother sat on the end of the bed Through the dark hours of the night Wagging her finger saying honey This just isn't right. Oh no office love is such a bitch Oh no like a knife in the back |
Who Wrote Office Love By The Pretty Things?
Pete Tolson, Philip May
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What's The Duration Of The Office Love By The Pretty Things?The duration of Office Love is 4:12 minutes and seconds. |
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