Ian Anderson - Undressed To k** 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 k**? 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 k**? 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 k**? 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 k**