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(Overtime, yeah) He got a picture of that hot little girl She's going to get busy with his (Overtime, yeah) He got a secret that he can't tell the world No-one told the workers, baby Whatever little you know The places that you just gotta go I tried to go Tried to get us out of there Whatever secrets you told They're sucking you to corporate hole I tried to go But that's another story Some overtime upon the after-work dance floor He's got a secret that we're all gonna pay for He took a bonus, and those stiffs cannot know They would hamper the flow Only hamper the flow She tries to network, thinks of wonderful things A pretty dream in which he wasn't her king, and Later scholars said that he felt the fear Revolution was near But she just signed up for more (Overtime, yeah) He got a picture of that hot little girl She's going to get busy with his (Pass that dime, yeah) He got a secret that he's gonna tell the world No-one tells the workers, baby Some overtime went down in some office block It bought some assets for some overpaid cock The work itself it wasn't paid for, par se It's for a reference, one day For a reference, one day He leans in over her, and over-explains There's be a free bar when she's finished the training He strokes her shoulder, and she tries for a smile He'll just talk for a while Sign her up for infinite (Overtime, yeah) He's got a Secret and that hot little girl Right beside the golfing trophy and his (Surgeon's knife) He's going after the one that got away She should have got busy with his Overtime Whatever little you know The places that you just gotta go I tried to go Tried to get us out of there Whatever secrets you told They're sucking you to corporate hole I tried to go Tried to get us home, and then (Overtime, yeah) He's so much more than what those ledgers can say Got no records of that (Overtime, yeah) But it is never him that misses his pay No accounting for the (Overtime, yeah) There is a second set of cufflinks in your case Right behind your golfing trophy, and a (Surgeon's knife, yeah) You're going after the one that got away You're going after the one that got away You're going after the one that got away You're going after the one that got away