The Paper Chase - Paperwork, Paperwork, Paperwork, Paperwork, Paperwork lyrics

Paperwork, paperwork Wouldn't you promise her everything Allocate me, allocate me R.A.M. Simple, he says I got red, I'm in red "It's always something", she said There's disk drives and fax lines and computation routines That say I got it all, I know I got everything And now your lyrics are lies I've seen the way that he looks at you I've seen the way that he looks at you, looks at you So I can't look at you Wouldn't promise her everything? Wouldn't you justify soft spots by any means, anti-means What does this mean? So what's the problem with the problem with the slight in between So what's the between crimped cabling, you know you owe this me I got red, I'm in red, it's always something it seems, so what's the problem?