The Office

We in the office 'til it’s friday, okay
Dunder Mifflin, we got paper to sell
It’s my accountant’s lucky day today
She made me tea she know me so well
I feel like Micheal Scott
If he wore Hugo Boss
Lemme re-do the sauce
(«We're at work right now»)
Can’t believe I missed you
Can’t believe I kissed you
New women, they’re not you
But they all look like you
There’s something wrong with the printer boss
I need more paper to roll this up
The friendship’s that we’ve lost
Is those that matter the smallest yea
I’m not much of a drinker but I’m down for smoking weed
I like art-hoes, Pam Beesly’s my B
Meetings on meetings that’s when we’re gon sleep
Phone gonna call & they wanna buy a piece