| Four feet under the table
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| Shoe strap stuck to an ankle
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| Not much talk, no surprises
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| Hollywood sympathizes girls
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| Working girls
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| Two working girls
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| One’s got twelve years on her
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| Hundreds of fans and a ride from mother
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| Other one’s know fifteen years
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| 'Bout Ninety five Johns, one brought her here
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| Oh girls, working girls
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| Two working girls
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| Little miss holiday
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| They put you in a film but you couldn’t play
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| The part of yourself okay
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| They showed your face
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| But no one knew your name
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| She’s got television
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| Cast herself in her own audition
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| Lipstick and a kiss impression
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| Hanging on the rim, something you don’t mention to a girl
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| A working girl, a real working girl
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| If I’d of known her better
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| I’d a wrote her name in a little letter
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| Tied some hundred dollar bills together
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| But sugar and spice don’t stick together
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| Like girls, working girls, two working girls
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| Little miss holiday
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| They put you in a film but you couldn’t play
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| The part of yourself okay
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| They showed your face
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| But no one knows your name |