he's  a  company  man,your  right  hand
13years  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