Undercover

Undercover

By day I'm temping as a clerk
I make the tea, I file, I flirt
At night I'm tempting in the dark

I may not be the brightest spark
I chat away, I dish the dirt
By day I'm temping as a clerk

I pick up men to have a lark
I wear my Prada pencil skirt
At night I'm tempting in the dark

Last night I pulled a bloke called Mark
Who felt inside my chiffon shirt
By day I'm temping as a clerk

He pushed me up against the bark
And roughly cuffed me - yes it hurt
At night I'm tempting in the dark

I've been arrested in the park
For Mark's Old Bill and I'm called Bert
By day I'm temping as a clerk
At night I'm tempting in the dark