Why I Go To Work

WHY I GO TO WORK

Theres something special sexy
about a woman dressed for work
In her black back seamed stockings
And her pleated business skirt
She may be the bigwig boss
Or perhaps the office flirt
It dosent really matter
theyre all the same I say
They know they have the power
that’s why they dress that way
And I don’t mind at all
For it brightens up my day
Although I hate my job
I arrive there bright and early
Sitting at my desk
Knowing that soon surely
In will walk the ladies
Looking drop dead girly
I watch them go about their work
With visions in my head
Of having any one of them
One night in my bed
Yet knowing that’s a fantasy
And that’s all that’s to be said