Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Undressed To Kill
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Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Undressed To Kill
Working on the late shift - first drink of the day.Pull a cnair 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 girlUndressed to kill ?( )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 girlUndressed to kill.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 girlAll undressed to kill ?