Lyrics: Terri Clark. Pain To Kill. Working Girl.

(Randy Scruggs/Matraca Berg)

Martha in the mornin', Oprah in the afternoon.
Weddings in the garden, have a makeover too.
Watching TV on a sick day,
Tell me what's it mena to you?

They think I'm out of touch.
But they don't know much about my world.
Got a wing and a prayer and a job on the line.
And there ain't no time for a working girl.

Well, they say they represent me, in the fashion magazines.
Oh, honey, all I see is these girls don't look like me.
Tell me, what's it like to be rich,
And ever seventeen?

They think I'm out of touch.
But they don't know much about my world.
Got a wing and a prayer and a job on the line.
And there ain't no time for a working girl.

Starry nights on the beach.
The world's within my reach,
But they don't take American Express.

They think I'm out of touch.
But they don't know much about my world.
Got a wing and a prayer and a boss on the line.
And there ain't no time for a working girl.
A working girl.

Got a wing and a prayer and a boss an' a job on the line.
A working girl.
I'm a working girl.