D G A D
"Good morning, sir, what'll you have?" That's how I start my day
D G D
I spend nearly half my life in this little dim cafe
A D A D
I listen to their troubles, I try to be their friend
D G A D
But heaven help the working girl in a world that's run by men
D G A D
Oh, heaven help the working girl The goin' gets rough in this old world
D G A
Filled with men who spend their time Tellin' lies, breathin' sighs, havin' cries,
B C# D
Eatin' fries and drinkin' too much wine
INST - [verse]
Thank you, sir, you're very kind, I think I'll pass this time
We'd both be sorry if I did go home to your wife and your kids
It's just the bottle talkin', I'm familiar with that sound
Oh, heaven help the working girl till true love comes around
Oh, heaven help the working girl The goin' gets rough in this old world
Filled with men who spend their time Tellin' lies, breathin' sighs, havin' cries,
Eatin' fries and drinkin' too much wine
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