I'm Your Man

I'll write just what you say anyway that you want
 And when it comes to arguing I'm a savant (how)
 I need money
 You need me to make a stir
 Rent my fingers, I'll throw in a Pulitzer (forget it)
 You need someone with talent and passion and brains
 You need someone with newspaper ink in their veins
 My coffee cup has lipstick stains but brother, I'm your man
 (There's no place for you at this paper Ms. Mitchell)
 Anything you need done, I'm the one for the job
 You want corny, I'll type it right off of the cob (meaning?)
 Use my column, any topic, take your pick
 I can slalom back and forth on rhetoric
 You need someone who crosses her legs and her T's
 I'm so quick that I've got my own personal breeze
 I've got high heels and two of these
 But brother, I'm your man
 One day you will regret this, dick
 You could've had me for cheap
 You'll say Anne please forget this
 But, I'll say find a bridge and take a flying leap
 Huh!
 Huh!
 You want fireworks, I'll give you the fourth of July
 Lots of luck finding somebody better than I
 Who could do it, maybe Dorothy Parkers free
 Chief you blew it, she ain't got a thing on me
 Front page headline reads Mitchell will land on her feet
 Come tomorrow some editors in for a treat
 Just say the word, and that's my beat
 Brother, I'm your man
 Watch out New York
 Here comes Anne