For The Working Girl

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

Chorus:

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.

Repeat Chorus