C
F
G7
C
Good morning sir what’ll you have that’s how I start my day
F
G7
C
I spend nearly half my life in this little dim cafe
G7
C
G7
C
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
G7
C
G7
C
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