J.a.g.s. - Evening Standards lyrics

She spends her time writing other people's words He sneaks glances at the canteen girls She works out what the bosses want to know He keeps waiting 'til it's time for her to go Every day trying to attract her attention Hopin' that she won't see through his best intentions All day wondering where's she going to go He could catch her eye but he'd better take it slowly Then you get a thought, the fun begins at dark I put my best suit on, to be the fashionable one Do you know what they're wearing this weekend? Evening standards, what are you doing? Evening standards, where are you going? Evening standards, what you going to be tonight? Flicking through the pages of her glossy magazines He's pinned up with high fidelity Sweater patterns and this week's recipe He's genned up on cubic capacity Making up excuses to get her on the phone Saving up the good ones for when he gets her home All day wondering if she's on the market All day drawing little rings around his target Then you get a thought, and you don't have to work You get on the floor, turn up the M.O.R Do you know what's number one this weekend? Evening standards, what are you doing? Evening standards, where are you going? Evening standards, what you going to be tonight? Evening standards, what are you doing? Evening standards, where are you going? Evening standards, what you going to be tonight? How he's believing his own lies Towering above, he's in her eyes He snaps his fingers, she's down at his feet It's time for love to take the place of scandal And the typing chaperones get hard to handle Nine to five Evening standards Evening standards Evening standards Evening standards Evening standards, what are you doing? Evening standards, where are you going? Evening standards, what you going to be tonight? Evening standards, what are you doing? Evening standards, where are you going? Evening standards, what you going to be tonight?