《I Am The Secretary》歌词

[00:00:36] Mothers clad in Coach leather

[00:00:37] Are swarmed in litigation

[00:00:39] I am the secretary

[00:00:41] I rub their case files

[00:00:43] Generating heat to release perfume

[00:00:44] I fill their shoes with the lift of hot air

[00:00:56] I burn their bridges on their lunch breaks

[00:00:59] Faking full schedules

[00:01:01] I dabble in the art of lobby stall

[00:01:08] I am the slow trickle filter

[00:01:12] On the tap of rushing divorce force

[00:01:18] I dine on the marriage corpse

[00:01:23] At my desk I generate days of auto pollution

[00:01:27] Spat out from the scorched patience of fenced fems

[00:01:30] On repeat lobby attendance

[00:01:33] Motoring in the grid

[00:01:37] A pressurized wavy lined road roast

[00:01:42] The lid whistle screams in a chorus of horns

[00:01:44] Their asses red and flustered

[00:01:58] From a regimen of cush upholstered smothering

[00:02:04] Their elastic bras bulge in a 12 hour life

[00:02:10] Grip as the stitched metal fingers

[00:02:11] Chip enamel from lingerie hoops

[00:02:14] Spackles the strangled wheel

[00:02:33] At ten and two o'clock

[00:02:37] Pumps pumping breaks in a repetitive rock

[00:02:44] I am the fulcrum where client and counsel meet

[00:02:48] I shift leverage to teetering lawyer leaches that feed me

[00:02:53] With loyalty checks from the tipped scales

[00:02:55] Of their spouse dishonered hosts

[00:02:56] I burn them all on the phone

[00:02:56] With empathetic friends in similar s**tty lives

[00:02:58] We wade daily through the hot grid

[00:03:04] To formalize these hustles