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Good morning sir what'll you have that's how I start my day

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I spend nearly half my life in this little dim café

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I listen to their troubles I try to be their friend

                    F            G7                       C
But heaven help the working girl in a world that's run by men


                   F
Oh heaven help the working girl

    G7                       C
The goin' gets rough in this old world

                    F
Filled with men who spend their time

        G7
Tellin' lies breathin' sighs gettin' wise

                                   C
Havin' fries and drinkin' too much wine


              F                G7                     C
Thank you sir you're very kind I think I'll pass this time

                   F           G7                         C
We'd both be sorry if I did go home to your wife and your kids

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It's just the bottle talkin' I'm familiar with that sound

                   F            G7                   C
Oh heaven help the working girl till true love comes around