Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER





I never planned my daily round

I've never loved the common task

I don't rebel, I don't accept

I've often laughed, I've often wept

An ordinary working girl



There was a man until he found

The things that I began to ask

Involved him in a little more

That what he came to see me for

Oh so naive the working girl



One day I'll show him

And all the others too

Outgrow him

And have all that I'm due

Very soon



Where do I go until then ?

What do I do meantime ?

Back to the bar, I'm working late

Over and over again

I tell myself that I'm

Happy to stay here - I can wait



There are those who tell you

Never let them tell you

This is all there is, forever

I do not believe them

I shall have my moment

Any moment now - or never



The working girl is that and more

She ticks away behind the mask

She wouldn't let her spirits die

That does not mean she will not cry

When all her dreams fly out the door

An ordinary working girl



We never plan our daily round

We do not love the common task

But we don't find survival odd

Some call it luck, some call it God

I call it both feet on the ground

An ordinary working girl



On day I'll show them

And they'll all let me trough

Outgrow them

I'll have all that I'm due

Very soon



Where do I go until then ?

What do I do meantime ?

Back to the bar, I'm working late

Over and over again

I tell myself that I'm

Happy to stay here - I can wait



I know I'll have my extraordinary day

I will never hear those words again

Working girl

Working girl