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.
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.
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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
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
Copyright © 2007 Ernest Samuel Llime. All Rights Reserved.