Lyrics
He don't want to be,
Just a management trainee.
I'm gonna rip off all these clothes,
And sell my watch for a new guitar.
'Cause I'm so stuck inside my lies,
I'm still workin' when I'm at the bar.
He may want it all,
But he's always got time to ball.
I take dictation and so do you.
Did you learn to give head in secretarial school?
Mangagement Trainee...
Baby, I'm so glad I'm gonna be one...
I'm a whole suit, and nothing but the suit.
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