Happy Hooker

I've been looking at you all night long I've been looking at you all night long You with your street-walking shoes And your street-walking eyes I see nothing wrong But don't look at me that way, baby I can't help you My life is just a melody and chords, chords, chords Don't look at me that way, baby I can't help you My life is just a melody and chords, chords, chords I go home so broke and lonely every night All I got in my pocket are these rhyming words And more words and more words, and more and more words Besides, here comes your baby Better look away Better give her a kiss and buy her a glass of Chardonnay Don't worry about me, baby I'm just what you might call a-live entertainment But I stopped caring a long time ago, I don't give a fuck 'Cause it pays the rent I'm just a happy hooker riding bicycles and boys in the park Never was much of a looker but always knew my way around in the dark Loving's just a pastime Singing's just a pastime too This whole life is just a pastime And we're passing right through But I've been looking at you all night long I've been looking at you all night long You with your street-walking shoes And your street-walking eyes I see nothing wrong You with your street-walking shoes And your street-walking eyes I see nothing, nothing I see nothing at all