D. Child/M. Bolton



Come Monday morning

You see her waitin' on the street for her ride

In an hour she'll be working

In a tower made of steel in the sky

She's just a pawn in the struggle

In a never-ending fight to survive

Mama had to play someone else's game

You learn to keep it inside



Working girl, livin' in a man's world

Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl



The boss checks out her body

She's on the telephone tellin' his lies

Run and get the coffee

And a smile hides the rage in her eyes

Tonight she's searching for a reason

As she's walking home alone in the rain

Mama had to play someone else's game

Someday she's breakin' the chain



Working girl, livin' in a man's world

Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl



Nobody knows the dreams she dares to dream

The plans she has made

Or the times she has prayed inside

Or what tears at her pride