(Don Reid)
She leaves home at eight, a little bit late
A little bit tired of it all
She unlocks the doors and does so much more
Than what she gets credit for.
She opens the mail, straightens up without fail
last Friday evening's mess
She makes brand new coffee though her head's hurtin' awfully
By nine she's looking her best.
And Monday comes dawning the world wakes up yawning
And Friday seems so far away
But there bright and early Monday morning secretary
You sure do look pretty today.
--- Instrumental ---
At ten there's a break she don't always take
Just time for a powder and smoke
A salesman comes in looks her over end to end
And tells her a new dirty joke.
She laughs off his pass like she's done in the past
She knows all those lines so well
Then at five she goes home to her cat and two rooms
And cries 'cause she's lonely as hell.
And Monday comes dawning the world wakes up yawning
And Friday seems so far away
But there bright and early Monday morning secretary
You sure do look pretty today.
You sure do look pretty today...