I work in the chorus doing three shows a night Wearing fishnets and feathers under blinding white lights I've served shorts to hard hats who had booze on their lips Been fondled and leered at for an occasional tip And it don't get no better, but it can't get no worse For the working girl's world is the size of her purse
From Detroit to Des Moines it's the same ugly scene I'm a cog; you're a wheel He's a king; she's a queen From the smokestacks to the meat racks When you're eyelined and curled There's a lot to be said for the working girl
Sweating for sweet water just to run through your hands Six kids in Cleveland for one wedding band Tied up to a mill loom for the minimum wage A nest egg's a daydream that never gets laid And it don't get no brighter, but it's clearer to see There ain't no working girls like the ones on T.V.
From Detroit to Des Moines it's the same ugly scene I'm a cog; you're a wheel He's a king; she's a queen From the smokestacks to the meat racks When you're eyelined and curled There's a lot to be said for the working girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
