Typing her letters she's the type I like   Lookin' like a girl of impulse and delight   Working her typewriter, pen between her lips   She has the whole world at her fingertips.      Oh won't you come and be my secretary   I got most of my work done   Won't you come and be my secretary   We can have a lot of fun.      Her in-tray's full up   Her out-tray's empty   And the only thing that's pending is me   So I just sit and watch her hair fall on her face   While she keeps pushin' it back in place.      Oh won't you come and be my secretary   I got most of my work done   Won't you come and be my secretary   We can have a lot of fun.      But all she sees are the keys   As she crosses her knees   And straightens her backache   She lights a cigarette   Drinks her coffee   Yet she don't notice me (she don't notice me)   She don't notice me (she don't notice me).      Oh won't you come and be my secretary   I got most of my work done   Won't you come and be my secretary   We can have a lot of fun.