Stop Fucking The Boss

Sprout

I know you so well,

I know your name,

Stalk your house.

Last night I even crept like a mouse

And watched you from the lane.



Your face is on my wall,

I want to know, dear

Do you want to know me at all?



I know your name,

know your ins and outs.

I know where you go

When you say you're at work.



Stop fucking the boss,

You'll never get ahead.

He's doing it for kicks, my love

I know... I'm in your head.



Your husband will never find out,

but you're tearing me apart.

I know your secrets, I know everything

But how long ago did it start?



I know so much more about you.

I'm the one who lurks by the bin.

I'm the knocks on the door, when no one dares call,

I'm the one who sends you those packages with the family pet in.



I'm not a bunny boiler,

Just someone who wants you to know

That if you keep on fucking the boss

I'll be forced into telling old Ross.



He'll never forgive you,

The kids will scream

I want you to hold me,

Instead of fucking him.



I may seem like a loony,

But you're the one who's messing me up

Don't you know, I love you,

You hope that in the world you will go up.



But the boss thinks you wierd,

He's tired of you

He started fucking you on the rebound,

When his wife said 'I don't Wanna fuck you'.



I could offer you more,

Than a promotion,

I could offer you love and devotion

Never mind, too late now,

Havn't you noticed I have no reflection?



I tried to warn you

What I might do

But you never listened,

You're too involved in fucking Lou.



Live with the guilt,

I'd like you to know,

That you could have helped me,

But didn't want to know.



I could have offered you more than just a promotion

I could have offered you love and devotion.

Never mind, too late now,