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