(C. MurphySloan)



All the resumes were splendid

But she's the one they recommended

For the job but starting late in life

Means she can't celebrate



She hasn't time or energy

To spend on friends and family

She's got some catching up to do

And precious hours are few



Oh the life of a working girl

I used to see her all the time



She's young at heart but no teenager

Early thirties I would wager

I came along a little later

So I could merely carbon date her



Age, she's not keen to

It's a trap, I a door

In the stage she can go through

Until the encore



Now she's the one who gives belated

Birthday wishes devastated

She forgot it on the day

But this is not a job that pays her



By the hour or she'd be set

Before the sun so she forgets

These things like light upon her face

Who'll spring her from this place



Oh the life of a working girl

I used to see her all the time

Oh the life of a working girl

I used to see her all the time



Now someone's had a few successes

Who, I'll give you twenty guesses

Take some credit just admit it

Everybody knows you did it



It's not that I'm not happy for her

But it's not easy to adore her

From afar does she get lonely

Like I do if I could only see her all the time



See her all the time

Oh the life of a working girl

I used to see her all the time

Oh the life of a working girl

I used to see her all the time