Good morning sir what'll you have that's how I start my day I spend nearly half my life in this little dim cafe I listen to their troubles I'd try to be their friend But heaven help the working girl in a world that's run by men Oh heaven help the working girl then goin' gets rough in this old world Filled with men who spend their time Tellin' lies breathin' sighs gettin' wise havin' cries and drinkin' too much wine Thank you sir you're very kind I think I'll pa** 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...