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She's crunchin' numbers on her IBM Chewin' on the end of her ball-point pen Those naughty thoughts are always on her mind I don't know how I'm gonna draw the line With all those late nights working When everyone's gone home I see the dim lights closing in Business mixed with pleasure takes its toll Oh, I know you can't resist this But girl, you surely know That this is strictly business So don't let it get personal Oh, I know you can't resist this, baby But girl, you surely know That this is strictly business So don't let it get personal She's got my number in her Rolodеx Now she's givin' notes with my recеptionist I swear I can't get that girl off my mind I don't know how I'm gonna draw the line With all those late nights working When everyone's gone home Letras de cancionesI see the dim lights closing in Business mixed with pleasure takes its toll Oh, I know you can't resist this But girl, you surely know That this is strictly business So don't let it get personal Oh, I know you can't resist this, baby But girl, you surely know That this is strictly business So don't let it get personal Thigh-high, low-cut Pinstriped, polka dot High-priced, deadlines Late night, overtime On the ground, in the city C'mon, girl, let's get busy Yeah, I have a thing for you But we got a lot of work to do Oh, I know you can't resist this But girl, you surely know That this is strictly business So don't let it get personal Oh-oh-oh, I know you can't resist this, baby But girl, you surely know That this is strictly business So don't let it get personal Strictly, strictly business, baby Strictly, strictly business So don't let it get personal From Letras Mania