| 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 | |
| Or the plans she has made | |
| Or the times she has prayed inside | |
| Or what tears at her pride | |
| Working girl, livin' in a man's world | |
| Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl |