fred partington’s daughter

Capo 3rd Fret

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I was sittin' in this five star place going nowhere fast 
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When she caught my attention through the bottom of my glass 
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She was a waitress in the hotel above this smoky bar 
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She got up at dawn for breakfast and worked on 'til it got dark 
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And at six o'clock when her shift was up she'd drink the night away 
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Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day 
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Well she told me where she came from was a petty kind of town 
How her parents became born-agains after her brother got knocked down 
And how she found the magazines in the boot of daddy's car 
And he told her he was weak sometimes, just like how all gentlemen are 
And in summer she'd work in his shop and then cry the night away 
Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day 

So she left her home and family one cloudy afternoon 
And she came here with her girlfriend who had found them both a room 
And everyday they'd wake up early and go looking for a wage 
In high-heels and makeup they would lie about their age 
With her first job as a barmaid she's just dream her shift away 
Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day 

And one day by the dole office a car window rolled down 
And a gentleman asked for directions to her old home town 
And it transpired he knew her family and he owned a string of bars 
So he offered her a job if she would kiss him in his car 
So it was that she accepted his advance of one week's pay 
Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day 

And as she told me all these tales she picked a scab around her wrist 
That she confessed it was self-inflicted with a whisky glass like this 
Then she game her name and number to me -- I did not give mine 
She said maybe I should call her for some fun some time 

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And the funniest thing was that that name stuck in my head 
And eight months later it was in a headline that I read 
They had pulled her out the river in that same black dress 
And she lay there quite the lady for the gentlemen of the press 
And her picture in the paper looked so small and far away 
Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day