he's a company man, your right hand 13 years and counting no detectable ambitions, a model of efficiency, far as you can see
he knows every loophole, the art of fine print massaging the numbers 'til they fit and every time you ask him for another vanishing act he half-smiles as if to say
whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me
never a real moment together, but she understands; you're an important man another late night, don't know if you're coming home or when she's alone again
but she goes on curating your domestic museum she disappears in her loyalty she is a dress, wearing a face in the doorway opening her arms out to you
whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me
no one would dare to question you, oh no no one would dare to stand up
but in the night she leaves the papers in a tidy pile, evidence for her reasons and in the night he takes the main accounts and pulls the files detailing every treason
i am the last one you'd ever suspect of setting the fire, of setting the fire but as you switch on your TV tomorrow morning, you'll hear me saying quietly
whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me
oh whatever you say, whatever you say, i'll do what you ask me i'll do what you ask me
oh whatever you say, whatever you say, but do you know who's listening?
whatever you say, i know it's over
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