Interoffice copulation, the fax machine makes love to me

I didn’t mean to lick your nameplate

There are some things that the minds not meant to see

I’m giving birth to a whole new species

That lusts to fill every office need

There’s a bonus in there somewhere for you;

Foreplay, intercom, intercourse, interbreed

Come in, come in, come out

I was walking down the hallway

And I saw you standing by your cubicle

And I wondered:

Whеre do you live?

What do you think about?

What would you look like if you wеre mating

On the xerox machine?

Interoffice copulation, the fax machine makes love to me

I’m setting us on speakerphone

There’s something that I’d like for you to see

Come in, come in, come out