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