Undressed To Kill - Jethro Tull

Working on the late shift --- first drink of the day

Pull a chair 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 girl

Undressed 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 girl

Undressed 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 girl

All undressed to kill?

Last one out is a cold duck.

Padding down the road

I wait outside, my motor running --- got a warm dream to unload

Can I face her in the sunshine?

In he harsh real light of day?

She walks out with recognition in her eyes --- I look away

Won’t let it move me, but I can’t sit still

Couldn’t meet the eyes of a working girl

Undressed to kill