This is the office of a busy man Can you hold the line? In pipes the music you can't understand Can you change the station? Is there a message? He's on
'Cause you might get killed Sip but don't tip 'Cause your beer you might spill Think what you feel 'Cause your feelings don't think Here at the office
if it can pull the trigger then we'll destroy the liquor and here's the plan we may not win a battle but maybe teach a lesson well find out the names
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
(Hofstede) In the office at night Someone switched off the light Young man standing by the window Looking down on the street below In the office at night
ralentit le shit 1.0.0 moins 8 Z double zero Commis d'office, Cruel On fait du Nessbeal du textuel Beaucoup d'MC naissent bissexuels Mazalaza B2Zoo Commis d'office
Fuck you niggers (reversed) Killer I don't even know why I came here in the first place, 'cause I've never understood why a person would even need a
All make me feel alone And the corner office is not my home And the corner office is not my home Yeah, the corner office is not my home
some ball, with the late pass I got no trouble at all, but then the nurse walks up and says what do you know, it's office to the prinicipal's office
[Pagode] I can see an office cowboy How he turns and smiles, watching the girls go by (Ride'em cowboy) He knows how to ride a pony If laughter makes
A verse from that old crooner's song played, Said that ?Every street's a boulevard in Ole' New York.? Well if that's the case, then this is the biggest
Ano inteiro trabalhando de office boy Pra no final do ano pagar de playboy A galera toda junta, sem camisa e suada No final do espediente eu encontro
raise I?ve been pushing now for days I?m a slave to work I?m only living when I walk amongst the office staff And catch up with the office wag I?ll
Voice One: Ok, stop here, I?ll be right back, need anything? Voice Two: Yeah, get me some bubble gum Voice Three: What can I do for ya? Voice One:
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You can't write a song to make somebody love you. You can't find the words they don't exist. Try to force the feelings light the spark, the bile. My
The sky's are falling, their closer by the day. The world is getting smaller. Letters of love thrown across the wall. Are quietly exploding. Give