Four feet under the table
Shoe strap stuck to an ankle
Not much talk, no surprises
Hollywood sympathizes girls
Working girls
Two working girls
One's got twelve years on her
Hundreds of fans and a ride from mother
Other one's know fifteen years
'Bout Ninety five Johns, one brought her here
Oh girls, working girls
Two working girls
Little miss holiday
They put you in a film but you couldn't play
The part of yourself okay
They showed your face
But no one knew your name
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
She's got television
Cast herself in her own audition
Lipstick and a kiss impression
Hanging on the rim, something you don't mention to a girl
A working girl, a real working girl
If I'd of known her better
I'd a wrote her name in a little letter
Tied some hundred dollar bills together
But sugar and spice don't stick together
Like girls, working girls, two working girls
Little miss holiday
They put you in a film but you couldn't play
The part of yourself okay
They showed your face
But no one knows your name