Morning, 10 o'clock, traffic jam,
my car is standing deadly still.
I'm cursing all these jerks around,
I'm hitting the windshield,
I'm crumpling my steering wheel.
I'm far from the office, I've got miles to go,
I guess I'm getting late.
The line ain't move a bit, I'm cursing my life,
I'm cursing my fate.
I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my hope,
I'm like a creep under the dope,
I'm in a panic, I'm mad, I need some care,
I don't want to be late, I know she is there.
Goddess, office Goddess,
The one and only Goddess!
My heart, my soul, my Goddess,
I need to see my office Goddess!
She's always dressed for business,
modestly and perfectly.
She keeps a polite distance,
so wisely and correctly.
She acts like a lady, she moves so gracefully.
She talks like sings, so nice and tenderly.
She never sees me there and always passes by.
But I will wait for a chance, I'm a patient guy.
And once, I swear I'll tell her all these words,
In lyric sentences and pretty chords,
That I'm lost deep in her eyes, into raven-black eyes!
In two endless heavenly starry night skies!
I deadly love her look, her elegant style!
I love her perfect body and shiny smile!
She's Goddess, office Goddess,
The one and only Goddess!
My heart, my soul, my Goddess!
I adore my office Goddess!
I dream of office Goddess,
The one and only Goddess!
My heart, my soul, my Goddess!
But I'm so far from office Goddess!