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Lunch was done, decisons made the table cleared, the bill was paid Final words were spoken And none more truer than.. Have your people call my people And we'll do this again. They went back to the office And they thought, hey he was right I'll have my people call his people And we'll hit the bar tonight Funny how a line like that Can set one's mindset soaring Sitting down and making plans It sure broke up the boring Afteroon ahead, that each of them could see But going out again that night Well, then they would be free Wives at home, while they were out Drinking, flirting...what the hey The ony question left now Was which of them would pay? But as one's folk called the others And the plans were carved in stone They would finish out their day And then they would head home They'd have "my people call your people" And plan a meeting late They would do it on the sly It would be their watergate But, people being people Their plans were overheard By a coniving young new intern And she wrote down every word Since she was one of the people She started making calls Phoning every number of every wife This woman sure had ***** She told them how "the people" planned to go out after work How their family type duties Each one had planned to shirk So these people called their people And made plans of their own They would keep it all a secret Until the men got home Men forget that wives have people And that their people kind of rule When the men all try to hide stuff By doing stuff that isn't cool The men, all smug and smiling Thinking of the fun to ahead Would walk on in their house And stay until the kids were all in bed Then their people would start calling Making sure the lie was told About that late night meeting At a bar where beer was cold But, that coniving young new intern Making calls to all the wives Had laid out every detail Had ruined all their lives As each man sat for dinner Thinking of what the night would bring At each house, just 5 minutes in Every phone would ring It was her people calling people Telling each wife where to meet They would have to leave the husbands And they would not be so discreet For their people all called people And the men's plans all were blown As the women went out drinking And left the men at home So next time when your people Call and plan things on the side Make sure your intern isn't there Or else your plans are fried I'll have my people phone your people And we'll get together soon But in order that we pull it off We'll have to leave at noon.
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May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
Have My People Call Your People
Lunch was done, decisons made the table cleared, the bill was paid Final words were spoken And none more truer than.. Have your people call my people And we'll do this again. They went back to the office And they thought, hey he was right I'll have my people call his people And we'll hit the bar tonight Funny how a line like that Can set one's mindset soaring Sitting down and making plans It sure broke up the boring Afteroon ahead, that each of them could see But going out again that night Well, then they would be free Wives at home, while they were out Drinking, flirting...what the hey The ony question left now Was which of them would pay? But as one's folk called the others And the plans were carved in stone They would finish out their day And then they would head home They'd have "my people call your people" And plan a meeting late They would do it on the sly It would be their watergate But, people being people Their plans were overheard By a coniving young new intern And she wrote down every word Since she was one of the people She started making calls Phoning every number of every wife This woman sure had ***** She told them how "the people" planned to go out after work How their family type duties Each one had planned to shirk So these people called their people And made plans of their own They would keep it all a secret Until the men got home Men forget that wives have people And that their people kind of rule When the men all try to hide stuff By doing stuff that isn't cool The men, all smug and smiling Thinking of the fun to ahead Would walk on in their house And stay until the kids were all in bed Then their people would start calling Making sure the lie was told About that late night meeting At a bar where beer was cold But, that coniving young new intern Making calls to all the wives Had laid out every detail Had ruined all their lives As each man sat for dinner Thinking of what the night would bring At each house, just 5 minutes in Every phone would ring It was her people calling people Telling each wife where to meet They would have to leave the husbands And they would not be so discreet For their people all called people And the men's plans all were blown As the women went out drinking And left the men at home So next time when your people Call and plan things on the side Make sure your intern isn't there Or else your plans are fried I'll have my people phone your people And we'll get together soon But in order that we pull it off We'll have to leave at noon.
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May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
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