Sunday Stripper

She came from, well, in Garden City

'fore she moved into my town

She was stone cold broke but her legs were pretty

And her hair looked mean as she let her hair down

She followed in her mother's footsteps

To make a little cash on the side

Invested in a well-made cat suit

Showed all the boys she had nothing to hide

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She's just a Sunday stripper

At the bar on the corner

She's a g-string tripper

But I'm in love with her

I get dressed every Sunday morning

Get my hair back nice and clean

I take a slow walk down to the bar she works

And I try to find me a front row seat

I sit there quietly drinking

I never have to wait too long

Before she's up there in spotlight satin

And the beer gets too low

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I picture her putting on her make-up

Deciding what to wear

I can see her hand pulling up her stockings

Painted nails riding through her hair

And as I sit believing

She goes in just for me

The others watch but I don't care

She's mine for all the world to see