(Verse 1) Step into the break room, lights turn low, Golden smile, eyes that glow. Dancin' through the hallway, smooth as sin, Clipboard tight in his disciplined grip. Ooooh, he's got that corporate strut, A vision in a turtleneck, makin' me blush. Handin' out perks with a sinister grin, One sweet sip and you're locked right in.