[Intro - soft, close vocal]
Mm.
Professional.
Mostly.

[Verse 1]
You catch my eye across the quarterly review
Someone's talking numbers, I'm looking straight at you
One second longer than we're meant to stare
Then back to the slide like nothing happened there

You bring the coffee, extra cream on mine
I say "how thoughtful," you say "every time"
We never cross the line, we underline it
Call it professional and don't define it

[Pre-Chorus - slight lift]
I like the way you notice me
You like the way I notice you
Maybe that's the whole damn thing
Maybe that's enough to do

[Chorus - melodic, identical every time]
I see your mail, but I read your eyes
Little green light, little white lies
You want a little more, I want the spark
But nobody's following nobody home in the dark

So make me smile, make me lose my place
Give me that look with your innocent face
We feed our egos, call it chemistry
You're my favorite bad idea
From nine to five

[Verse 2]
Too long talking by the coffee machine
Nothing inappropriate, technically clean
Your status says busy, your face says otherwise
No action required, still I reply

You say my name a little softer than you should
I laugh too hard when the joke's not that good
We both could make this dangerous tonight
So naturally, we keep it light

[Pre-Chorus]
You like being wanted
I like wanting to be seen
No attachments, just attention
And everything between

[Chorus - same melody and lyrics]
I see your mail, but I read your eyes
Little green light, little white lies
You want a little more, I want the spark
But nobody's following nobody home in the dark

So make me smile, make me lose my place
Give me that look with your innocent face
We feed our egos, call it chemistry
You're my favorite bad idea
From nine to five

[Bridge - half-spoken, sparse]
Five-oh-two.
Laptop closed.
Coat goes on.
Game is over.

You take the train east.
I take mine west.

No overtime.
No crossed lines.

See you tomorrow?

...obviously.

[Break - intimate]
No promises
No hotel keys
No tragic speeches
No HR meetings

Just read between the lines:
I like the way
You look at me.

[Final Chorus - same chorus, fuller arrangement]
I see your mail, but I read your eyes
Little green light, little white lies
You want a little more, I want the spark
But nobody's following nobody home in the dark

So make me smile, make me lose my place
Give me that look with your innocent face
We feed our egos, call it chemistry
You're my favorite bad idea
From nine to five

[Outro - whispered]
Nothing happened.

...technically.