Sunday Stripper - Live

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 mother's 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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 She's just a Sunday stripper
 At the bar on the corner
 She's a g-string tripper
 But I'm 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 she's 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 don't care
 She's mine for all the world to see
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