I work
in the chorus
doing three shows a night
Wearing fishnets and feathers
under blinding white lights
I've served shorts to hardhats
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
Where you're eyelined and curled
There's a lot to be said
For the working girl
Sweating for sweet water
Just 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 lookin'
girls like the ones on
TV
From
Detroit to
Des
Moines
It's the same as we've seen
I'm a cog, you're a wheel
He's a king, she's a queen
From the smokestacks
to the meat racks
Where you're eyelined and curled
There's a lot to be said for
the working girl
There's a lot to be said for the working girl
There's a lot to be said for
the working girl
There's a lot to be said
for the working girl
There's a lot to be said for the
working girl
There's a lot to this town