Office Love - The Pretty Things

It was a grey dawn, penciled in lightly

The morning screamed, neath the traffic’s feet

The razor burned commuters reflections

It didn’t seem a visual treat

The office staff begin the humdrum

Making the hours and the money flow

The guilty lovers keep their secret

And hope it doesn’t show

Oh no office love is such a bitch

Oh no like a knife in the back

He catches the train up every morning

From his Croyden executive estate

He’s convinced he needs a new future

But she’s prepared to wait

He swears to step cleanly from a marriage

That’s become so tangled and confused

She knows he’s lying for his pleasures

He doesn’t see her cry

He doesn’t see her die

Oh no office love is such a bitch

Oh no like a knife in the back

She goes home, knowing that it can’t go on

Her secret fears become too strong

Seeing what little love she has she’s losing

He’s the type that manages to sleep at night

The guilt is safely locked away

But it was just another day, and he’s so tired

Her heart seemed set on destruction

With lips drawn pale and thin

She offered up love like a sacrifice

And he was closing in

Her mother sat on the end of the bed

Through the dark hours of the night

Wagging her finger saying honey

This just isn’t right

Oh no office love is such a bitch

Oh no like a knife in the back