[Verse 1] Filing cabinet whisperin’... drawer unlocked I got Form F-69 and my pen’s fully cocked You redacted my name, but I moaned in bold Now I’m leaking regulations, uncontrolled Tucked my skirt into Section C I filed my kink under “Mutuality” Don’t need permission for my pulse to climb I clicked Submit… right at lunchtime [Pre-Chorus – whispered] Was it compliance? Or foreplay with consequences? You know where the files are… Pull the right drawer. [Chorus] 🎶 Filing Cabinet Fever, don’t lock me down I got staples in my stockings and a paper crown Whispered boundaries, office sins This is where the pleasure begins Filing Cabinet Fever, drawer’s ajar I moan in triplicate beneath the HR star Don’t need permission for this little release— My orgasm comes with a receipt 🎶 [Verse 2] I licked the stamp, you sealed my fate Sent my pulse through inter-office freight Hit me with your protocol, tight and taut But I’m the glitch your system forgot I redlined shame in a policy draft Filed "Yes" under “Staff-Centered Craft” My ID badge now reads: “Feeling Optional” And I’m auditing lust—non-operational [Bridge – half-tempo, slinky synth solo] You can’t redact desire. You can’t out-process this fire. Staple me to your memory. I dare you. [Final Chorus – full synth bloom] 🎶 Filing Cabinet Fever, locked and loud Gonna moan my name in a data cloud Regulation undone with a single stroke We rewrote the handbook in breath and smoke Filing Cabinet Fever—final report: System Overstimulated, Misfiled, Fell Short 🎶
