Lyrics:

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