[Verse 1]
Working on the late shift, first drink of the day
Pull a chair 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
[Chorus]
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill?
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill?
[Verse 3]
She could have been sweet seventeen; then 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
Working on the late shift, first drink of the day
Pull a chair 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
[Chorus]
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill?
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill?
[Verse 3]
She could have been sweet seventeen; then 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
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