Pobre Secretária
Mentiras El musical
Poor Secretary
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 that can conquer
Some cleavage, something noticeable
That won't let him work
More daring, less princess
Being elegant I will please
More determined, less discreet
Irresistible more than yesterday
I spare no expense
I must find an elixir
Beloved boss, you've done it
I don't know if I can take it anymore
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what pain, poor secretary
Ask her to copy a hundred thousand times I love you
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what pain, poor secretary
I think she's close to going crazy
The door opens, I'm speechless
I feel faint, a feeling I can't explain
Come to the office
Macho tone
I arm myself with pencil and paper
For a note, for a date
What compliment should I make?
Flannel skin, cinnamon eyes
I will 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 pain, poor secretary
Ask her to copy a hundred thousand times I love you
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what pain, poor secretary
I think she's close to going crazy
