Melissa Manchester - For The Working Girl Lyrics
I work in the chorus doing three shows a nightWearing fishnets and feathers under blinding white lightsI've served shorts to hard hats who had booze on their lipsBeen fondled and leered at for an occasional tipAnd it don't get no better, but it can't get no worseFor the working girl's world is the size of her purseChorus:From Detroit to Des Moines it's the same ugly sceneI'm a cog; you're a wheelHe's a king; she's a queenFrom the smokestacks to the meat racksWhen you're eyelined and curledThere's a lot to be said for the working girlSweating for sweet water just to run through your handsSix kids in Cleveland for one wedding bandTied up to a mill loom for the minimum wageA nest egg's a daydream that never gets laidAnd it don't get no brighter, but it's clearer to seeThere ain't no working girls like the ones on T.V.Repeat Chorus