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Working on the late shift - first drink of the day.
Pull a cnair up to the table, have to look the other way.
What kind of place am I in ? And who's this over here ?
Shaking through the silver bubbles climbing through my beer.
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still.
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill ?
Staring through the smoke haze - plaid shirts in the night.
Well, I'm making sure that everything is zipped up tight.
Who's that jumping on the table ? Putting tonic in my gin ?
Brushing silken dollars on her cold white skin.
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still.
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill.
She could have been sweet seventeen. There again, well, so could I.
There was a tear drop sparkle on the inside of her thigh.
Going to fetch myself a cold beer. I've got to get a grip.
Find some place to touch down. Find a landing strip.
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still.
Can you meet the eyes of a working girl
All undressed to kill ?
Last one out is a cold duck. Padding down the road.
I wait outside, my motor running - got a warm dream to unload.
Can I face her in the sunshine ? In the harsh real light of day ?
She walks out with recognition in her eyes - I look away.
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still.
Couldn't meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill.
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