Working Girl

Martha in the mornin',Oprah in the afternoon,

Weddings in the Garden,

Watchin' TV on a sick day,

Tel me: whats that mean to you?

They say I'm outta 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 respect 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?

Starry nights on the beach,

the worlds in my reach,

But they don't take American Express.

Got A wing and A prayer and

a boss and a job on the line.

A Working Girl,I'm a

Working Girl