For I love that man sitting in the office
For I love the way he swings his swivel chair
For I love the way he looked with his messy hair
He's tired, I know
He's tired of what's he's going through.
That man in tuxedo,
"Press on", I'll hold you.
And he is alone again,
He is deeply wondering,
Of what may happen,
If he can't help himself from falling.
He stood right next door,
Looking very sad,
Man in tuxedo, are you feeling bad?
I'm here two steps,
Holding your back.
Don't worry, I'm pacing after your track.
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