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F5
Working on the late shift, first drink of the day.
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D5 Bb D5
Pull a chair up to the table, have to look the other way.
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F
What kind of place am I in? And who's this over here?
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C
Shaking through the silver bubbles climbing through my beer.
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F5
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still.
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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 the
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.
Words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
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