The Factory Girls / Come Up to My Office Lyrics

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Selected song name: The Factory Girls / Come Up to My Office
Singer Name: Jason Robert Brown
Lyrics written by: Jason Robert Brown

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He'll call my name
I'll turn my head
He got no words to say
His eyes get big
My face gets red
And I want to run away
I'll feel his breath

Back of my neck

His hand against
My
Chair

I'll punch the clock

Pick up my check
It seems
Like he's always
There

I'm in the hall

And then he's there

He pa**es
Much too
Close


I change my clothes

Put up my hair

He'll call my name

I'll turn my head

He got no
Words to
Say

His eyes get big

My face gets red
And I want to
Run away

I'm in the hall

And then he's there

He pa**es
He pa**es
Much too
Close

I change my clothes

Put up my hair,

He'll call my name

I'll turn my head

He got no
Words. He got no
Words to say

His eyes get big

My face gets red

And I want to run
Away

I'm in the lounge


I turn around


He pa**es
Much too
Close


I eat my lunch

I hear a sound
And somehow I'm sure he knows—
And I turn
And he smiles
And he says:


Why don'tcha come up to office?
Got a couple o' things you might like to see
Why don'tcha you come up to my office
'Bout 2:15 'til a quarter to 3?
If you could maybe swing by, honey
Well, you know it'd be okay with me
If you came, if you came, if you came
If you came to my office

Why don'tcha come up to office?
I got a bottle o' wine and the cork ain't popped!
Why don'tcha come up to office
Where it's nice and cool when the blinds are dropped?
If you could maybe swing by, honey
We'll pretend that bad ol' clock has stopped
If you came, if you came, if you came
If you came to my office?

I know this new dance that they're doin' in Manhattan
I'll get you dancin' like you've never done before!
And I'll give you things that they sent me from Manhattan
And if you like, well, I got more—
Hell, I got more!

Come on and come up to my office
Got a fine fried chicken with biscuits for two!
Come on and come up to my office
Got lots of things that we both can do!
Just take a break and swing by, honey—
No one has to know but me and you
That you came, that you came
That you came, that you came
When you came, when you came
When you came, when you came
If you came, if you came
If you came, if you came
So come on!

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!

Why don'tcha come up and come on and come up to my...
Why don'tcha come up and come on and come up to my...
Why don'tcha come up and come on and come up?
Come on and come up?
Come on and come up?
Come on and come up?
Come up and come on!


He calls my name
I turn my head
He got no words to say....
His eyes get big
My face gets red
And I want to run away

And he looks
And I wait
And... he smiles