THE WORLD’S MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN (YOU-KNOW-WHO)

[Verse 1] There’s a queen in the office — we all know her face, Moves her car 24 times just to shuffle the space. Keeps every single plant alive like a chlorophyll knight, Then roasts half the team… but in a way that feels polite. Gives fashion advice like she’s Vogue-approved, Critiques your outfit with kindness — but you will be improved. And her main job title? Oh, she’ll tell you outright: “World’s most beautiful woman.” And she might be right. [Pre-Chorus] Walks backwards through rooms like a brand-new trend, Has a boyfriend-not-boyfriend she will never defend. Knows celeb dating sites like it’s part of her degree, Can hold her breath fifteen minutes — someone check if that’s healthy?! [Chorus] Ohhhh the world’s most beautiful woman — Running, riding, gym-slaying, Irish music humming. Asking, “What part of Ireland are you from?” impulsively, Even if your accent says, “I’m from Germany.” Cold champagne in the sunshine — that’s her vibe, Mrs Claus of the office — festive, fierce, and alive. She’s the chaos, the charm, the unstoppable force — Yeah, she runs the place… with style, of course. [Verse 2] Once forgot to warn someone they’d need a passport to go, Then fell on the boat, ripped her tights — a full slapstick show. Friday girl chats? Oh, the laughter they spark, Especially when discussing her “mystery man” in the dark. Horse-riding energy, Charlie’s Angel stride, The kind of person who brings sparkle inside. She’s direct, she’s kind, she’s hilariously bold — And somehow looks flawless in 3-degree cold. [Pre-Chorus] Running circles round the boys with a grin so wide, Confidence levels set permanently to “pride.” If beauty were a currency she’d own the whole bank, And the sash for “world’s most beautiful”? She’d win it — no prank. [Chorus] Ohhhh the world’s most beautiful woman — Running, riding, gym-slaying, Irish music humming. Asking “What part of Ireland are you from?” to strangers she meets, Even if they answer, “I’m from Milton Keynes…” Cold champagne in the sunshine — that’s her vibe, Mrs Claus of the office — festive, fierce, and alive. She’s the chaos, the charm, the sparkle we adore — Yeah, she runs the place… couldn’t ask for more. [Bridge – fun breakdown] She moves her car again — (Why? No one knows.) She walks in backwards — (That’s just how it goes.) Plants thriving, tights ripping, Champagne sipping, gossip dripping — Beauty and comic relief — What a combo she’s bringing. [Final Chorus] Ohhhh the world’s most beautiful woman — With a heart full of glitter and a smile that’s stunnin’. She’s the star of the office, the Christmas queen bee — Powered by chaos, kindness and pure energy. Yeah… her presence alone is the final décor — The office isn’t the office Without her anymore.