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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 |