| Working girls don’t stand a chance
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| Typing pools are full deadly fish
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| Office Romeos believe
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| Dictation is the statutory dish
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| Do they want you for your body
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| When you wanna use your mind
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| Every day it’s hustle hustle
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| But you’re not the pushy kind
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| You worry and wonder when he calls you at five
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| You’ve got to work late will you get out alive
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| You know what he’s after it’s always the same
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| And soon you’ll be playing the cat and mouse game
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| Working girls they dress to kill
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| Posing for some glossy magazine
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| You know the flashman wants an exposure
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| But your momma says you gotta keep it clean
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| Still you’re selling with your body
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| And the camera never lies
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| Every shot is more revealing
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| As your inhibitions die
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| He asks you to stay but you want to decline
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| He leers as he opens another bottle of wine
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| Don’t want to offend him your ticket to fame
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| So you play by the rules
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| It’s a cat and mouse game
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| Working girls are lost in dreams
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| Buried in a paperback romance
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| Why don’t you wake up to reality
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| And watch those fingers at the office dance
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| When you’re struggling with your figures
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| Is he studying your form?
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| There’s a silence in the boardroom
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| It’s the calm before the storm
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| You wanna go home it’s been a long day
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| The streets are so crowded and you must get away
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| You’ll be back tomorrow
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| He’ll call out your name
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| It’s business as usual
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| The cat and mouse game
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| Working girls
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| Working girls
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| Working girls |