Pobre Secretaria

[LUPITA]
Almost eight, I jump in the shower
No, I can't be late
Silk stockings, tight skirt
What makeup should I wear?
Seven perfumes, painted nails
Something to make him fall for me
Something low-cut, something noticeable
So he can't focus on work
More daring, less princess
If I’m elegant, I’ll impress
More determined, less discreet
Irresistible, more than yesterday
I’m going all out
I need to find a potion
Dear boss, you’ve got me
I don’t know how much longer I can take this

Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what a pain, poor secretary
Ask her to write “I love you” a hundred thousand times
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what a pain, poor secretary
I think she’s about to lose her mind

The door opens, I’m speechless
I feel faint, a certain something
“Come to my office,” in a manly tone
I grab a pencil and paper
For a note, for a date
For a compliment, what should I do?
Flannel skin, hazel eyes
I’ll die of indifference
That wonderful smile of an irresistible seducer
And that executive charm
Has broken my heart in two
I fall into your arms, give me a hug
There’s no better antidote
Call me “slave,” call me “baby”
And please don’t ignore me

Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what a pain, poor secretary
Ask her to write “I love you” a hundred thousand times
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what a pain, poor secretary
I think she’s about to lose her mind