| Come Monday morning
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| You see her waitin' on the street for her ride
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| In an hour she’ll be working
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| In a tower made of steel in the sky
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| She’s just a pawn in the struggle
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| In a never-ending fight to survive
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| Mama had to play someone else’s game
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| You learn to keep it inside
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| Working girl, livin' in a man’s world
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| Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl
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| The boss checks out her body
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| She’s on the telephone tellin' his lies
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| Run and get the coffee
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| And a smile hides the rage in her eyes
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| Tonight she’s searching for a reason
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| As she’s walking home alone in the rain
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| Mama had to play someone else’s game
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| Someday she’s breakin' the chain
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| Working girl, livin' in a man’s world
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| Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl
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| Nobody knows the dreams she dares to dream
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| Or the plans she has made
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| Or the times she has prayed inside
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| Or what tears at her pride
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| Working girl, livin' in a man’s world
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| Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl |