Boss and assistant

I know I am out of normal a bit
I know I am crazy a little
But what do you think of my terrible wit?
You like me to be your lickspittle?

When somebody says "You are liking his ass!"
I answer I'm happy to lick it.
How much I adore you nobody would guess,
My passion for you 's one way ticket.

One day you may notice me kissing your toes
 For me you're the best on this planet.
And why you're exactly my object to choose -
Believe, I can hardly explain it.

When we're in your office - I stand and you sit,
I wish I could be your armchair
I wish I could simply transform into wind
To touch with my breath your white hair.

I wish - although only one touch before bed
Is actually all I can dare.
 But even this touch often drives me too mad,
My idol, my dream, my nightmare.

And every your word is one more little pin
In my voodoo doll in your vision
Sometimes I am curious to look at your grin
And think of your final decision.

Aw, you're the beauty and I am the beast
Or tis vice versa, my sweetie?
I wish I could kiss you one more time at least,
But you wouldn't let - what a pity!

Something make me feel I'm a ball that you toss
And I fall beside of the basket.
Sir, is it a pleasure of being my boss?
If I am allowed to ask it?

When you are still angry and I'm full of fright
When you try to be cold and distant...
What makes me believe that my future is bright?
The fact I am still your assistant?