| I was sitting in this five-star place, going nowhere fast
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| When she caught my attention through the bottom of my glass
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| She was a waitress in a hotel above this smoky bar
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| She got up at dawn for breakfast and worked on till it got dark
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| And at six o’clock when her shift was up she’d drink the night away
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| Well, wouldn’t you if you served gentlemen all day?
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| Well, she told me where she came from was a petty kind of town
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| How her parents became born-agains after her brother got knocked down
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| And how she found the magazines in the boot of Daddy’s car
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| And he told her he was weak sometimes, just like all gentlemen are
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| And in the summer she’d work in his shop and then cry the night away
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| Well, wouldn’t you if you served gentlemen all day?
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| So she left her home and family one cloudy afternoon
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| And she came here with her girlfriend who had found them both a room
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| And every day they’d wake up early and go looking for a wage
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| In high-heels and make-up they would lie about their age
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| And her first job as a barmaid, she’d just dream her shift away
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| Well, wouldn’t you if you served gentlemen all day?
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| Then one day by the dole office a car window rolled down
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| And a gentleman asked for directions to her old home town
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| And it transpired he knew her family and he owned a string of bars
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| So he offered her a job if she would kiss him in his car
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| And so it was that she accepted an advance of one week’s pay
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| Well, wouldn’t you if you served gentlemen all day?
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| And as she told me all these tales she picked a scab around her wrist
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| That she confessed was self-inflicted with a whiskey glass like this
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| And though she gave her name and number to me, I did not give mine
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| She said maybe I should call her for some fun some time
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| And the funniest thing was that that name stuck in my head
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| And eight months later it was in a headline that I read
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| They had pulled her out the river in that same black dress
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| And she lay there quite the lady for the gentlemen of the press
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| And that picture in the paper looked so small and far away
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| Well, wouldn’t you if you served gentlemen all day? |