Letras de Undressed to Kill

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 from the 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. Night shifts in the night
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 teardrop 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 undressed to kill?
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
Can you meet the eyes of a working girl undressed to kill?

Last one out of the cold dark, paddling down the road
I wait outside, my motor running. Got a warm dream to unload
Can I face her in the sunshine, in the harsh, real light of day?
She walks on, no 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?