Lyrics:

What kind of power do you think you've got
At 90 bucks a week?
I'm out here freezin and you put me on hold, the reason you won't let me speak:

You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight
You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight

Get it straight, yer boss is a jerk
He pays you like a peon and he treats you like dirt
If you're good he'll send you away, down to Miami for a week with no pay

You're straight, secretary
You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight

You think you're living but you're livin' a lie
You won't be living until you die
Keep on talking 'bout security, keep tryin' play these tricks on me

You're straight
You're so straight
You're so straight
You're so straight

You better run away on your high heel shoes, don't tell me you've been paying your dues
Everybody knows you're a nasty girl and I can't wait till you're out of my world

You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight

Whoo-ooh

You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight
You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight, secretary
You're so straight!