Corporate Bitch

I have an itch,
To be a corporate bitch,
In a suit with stockings and high high heels,
And my long long legs.

You know I'd hire,
Then again I'd also fire,
Anyone who underperforms,
Or was plainly the dregs.

I'd jog into work at six,
Cause it's how I get my kicks,
Macchiato in my suit,
Cause I take my coffee neat.

The only boys I would employ,
Would be hunky, hot and toy,
So that I could just harass,
There tight little asses.

I wanna be a mover, a shaker,
A fashinista ball breaker,
I wanna be a CEO Queen,
I wanna rock the private investment sceen,
So that their deal would need my corporate bitch seal.

I have an Itch, to be a rich, kitsch bitch,
Manacure, a massage alloblag, followed by a painless brazilian.

Andy Wahol on my wall tells me I could have it all,
I would like to bankrupt you and still have a kid or two,
I'd take a week from work so that I could carry them,
And if they do not arrive on time?
It's a cesarean!

I wanna be a mover, a shaker,
A fashinista ball breaker,
I wanna be a CEO Queen,
I wanna rock the sceen,
The paparazzi will take pictures,
Of my dynasty of bitches.

I have an Itch, to be ruthless in my pitch,
To be a system bucking, eyebrow plucking, tantrum chucking,
Corporate Bitch!