Cock Sparrer

She came from, well, in Garden City
fore she moved into my town
She was stone cold broke but her legs were pretty
And her hair looked mean as she let her hair down
She followed in her mothers footsteps
To make a little cash on the side
Invested in a well-made cat suit
Showed all the boys she had nothing to hide
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Shes just a Sunday stripper
At the bar on the corner
Shes a g-string tripper
But Im in love with her
I get dressed every Sunday morning
Get my hair back nice and clean
I take a slow walk down to the bar she works
And I try to find me a front row seat
I sit there quietly drinking
I never have to wait too long
Before shes up there in spotlight satin
And the beer gets too low
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I picture her putting on her make-up
Deciding what to wear
I can see her hand pulling up her stockings
Painted nails riding through her hair
And as I sit believing
She goes in just for me
The others watch but I dont care
Shes mine for all the world to see
[Chorus]
[ Sunday Stripper Lyrics ]