Working on the late shift
First drink of the day
Pull a chair up to the table
Have to look the other wayWhat kind of place am I in
And who's this over here?
Shaking through the silver bubbles
Climbing through my beerWon'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 tightWho's that jumping on the table
Putting tonic in my gin?
Brushing silken dollars
On her cold white skinWon'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 thighGoing to fetch myself a cold beer
I've got to get a grip
Find some place to touch down
Find a landing stripWon't let it move me
But I can't sit still
Can you meet the eyes of a working girl
All undressed to kill? YeahWho's that jumping on the table
Putting tonic in my gin?
Brushing silken dollars
On her cold white skinWon'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
Paddling down the road
I wait outside, my motor running
Got a warm dream to unloadCan I face her in the sunshine
In the harsh real light of day?
She walks out with recognition in her eyes
I look awayWon't let it move me
But I can't sit still
Couldn't meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to killUndressed to kill
Songwriters
IAN ANDERSONPublished by
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