Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Undressed To Kill, artist - Jethro Tull. Date of issue: 24.09.2006
Song language: English
Undressed To Kill |
| Working on the late shift --- first drink of the day |
| Pull a chair up to the table, have to look the other way |
| What kind of place am I in? |
| And who’s this over here? |
| Shaking through the silver bubbles climbing through my beer |
| Won’t let it move me, but I can’t sit still |
| Could you meet the eyes of a working girl |
| Undressed to kill? |
| Staring through the smoke haze --- plaid shirts in the night |
| Well, I’m making sure that everything is zipped up tight |
| Who’s that jumping on the table? |
| Putting tonic in my gin? |
| Brushing silken dollars on her cold white skin |
| Won’t let it move me, but I can’t sit still |
| Could you meet the eyes of a working girl |
| Undressed to kill? |
| She could have been sweet seventeen. |
| There again, well, so could I |
| There was a tear drop sparkle on the inside of her thigh |
| Going to fetch myself a cold beer. |
| I’ve got to get a grip |
| Find some place to touch down. |
| Find a landing strip |
| Won’t let it move me, but I can’t sit still |
| Can you meet the eyes of a working girl |
| All undressed to kill? |
| Last one out is a cold duck. |
| Padding down the road |
| I wait outside, my motor running --- got a warm dream to unload |
| Can I face her in the sunshine? |
| In he harsh real light of day? |
| She walks out with recognition in her eyes --- I look away |
| Won’t let it move me, but I can’t sit still |
| Couldn’t meet the eyes of a working girl |
| Undressed to kill |