Almost eight, I jump into the shower
Silk stockings, tight skirt
What makeup should I use?
Seven perfumes, painted nails
Something that can conquer
A bit of cleavage, something that he notices
That doesn't let him work
More daring, less princess
Being elegant, I'll please
More determined, less discreet
Irresistible, more than yesterday
I go all out
I must find an elixir
Dear 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 'I love you' a hundred thousand times
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what pain, poor secretary
I think she's about to go crazy
The door opens, I'm open-mouthed
I feel a fainting spell, an I-don't-know-what
'Come to the office', in a macho tone
I arm myself with pencil and paper
For a note, for a date
For a compliment, what must I do?
Flannel skin, cinnamon eyes
That wonderful smile of an irresistible seducer
And that executive appeal
Has broken my heart in two
I fall into your arms, give me a hug
Because there's no better antidote
Call me 'slave', call me 'babe'
And don't ignore me, please
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what pain, poor secretary
Ask her to copy 'I love you' a hundred thousand times
Look, look at your secretary
Oh, sir, what pain, poor secretary
I think she's about to go crazy