Song for the Working
Girl
ESL - May, 2007
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I met a fair maiden in
Amsterdam town,
She said please try my
door, I will not let you down.
I was shy, I was hedging,
she was fetching, half nude,
I was certainly bothered
didn't want to seem crude.
So I entered, and
entered, and then entered again,
Even now, I'm quite
happy I gave in to this yen.
Many thanks, many
thanks, to this working girl,
There's no doubt in my
mind that she sure rocked my world.
CHORUS:
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Here's a song for the
working girl
It don't get better than
this,
Here's my song to the
working girl
Thanks for the bliss
She said 'twas my cousin
Yohann took my maidenhead
When I found I was pregnant
I thought I'd be dead
So I took my young self,
journeyed to Amsterdam,
It was hard for a while, I
just didn't give a damn.
C C F G
But out of that I ended
up with this occupation,
You might even say this
could be my vocation.
Every day as it gets
just a tad before night,
I go downstairs, and I
switch on my neon red light.
I have a day care and
sitter for my little Marie,
There's a church 'cross the
street for my girlfriends and me.
I got insurance and savings
and a right to exist,
What do you think makes me
different from your therapist
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She was young, she was
pretty, and she gave me no lip,
Before I left her I gave
her a generous tip
There's not many like her,
left in this whole wide world
She's an artist, an expert,
God bless this working girl.
Every now and again, back
in Amsterdam town
I wanna go to say hello,
she's not always around.
But the luck is still
with me in this prudest of worlds
I found out there's more
artists, God bless all working girls
CHORUS
Copyright © 2007 Ernest Samuel Llime. All
Rights Reserved.
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