He's a company man your right hand

　　13 years and counting

　　no detectable ambitions a model of efficiency

　　far as you can see

　　he knows every loophole the art of fine print

　　massaging the numbers 'til they fit

　　and every time you ask him for another vanishing act

　　he half-smiles as if to say

　　whatever you want

　　whatever you want

　　whatever you want is fine by me

　　never a real moment together

　　but she understands; you're an important man

　　another late night

　　don't know if you're coming home or when

　　she's alone again

　　but she goes on curating your domestic museum

　　she disappears in her loyalty

　　she is a dress wearing a face in the doorway

　　opening her arms out to you

　　whatever you want

　　whatever you want

　　whatever you want is fine by me

　　no one would dare to question you oh no

　　no one would dare to stand up

　　but in the night she leaves the papers in a tidy pile

　　evidence for her reasons

　　and in the night he takes the main accounts and pulls the files

　　detailing every treason

　　i am the last one you'd ever suspect

　　of setting the fire of setting the fire

　　but as you switch on your TV tomorrow morning

　　you'll hear me saying quietly

　　whatever you want

　　whatever you want

　　whatever you want is fine by me

　　oh whatever you say

　　whatever you say

　　i'll do what you ask me

　　i'll do what you ask me

　　oh whatever you say

　　whatever you say

　　but do you know who's listening

　　whatever you say

　　i know it's over