Martha in the mornin',Oprah in the afternoon, Weddings in the Garden, Watchin' TV on a sick day, Tel me: whats that mean to you? They say I'm outta touch, But they don't know much about my world got a wing and a prayer and a job on the line. And there ain't no time for a Working Girl. Well,they say they respect me, in the fashion magazines, Oh,honey all I see is these girls don't look like me! Tell me: What's it like to be rich? and ever seventeen? Starry nights on the beach, the worlds in my reach, But they don't take American Express. Got A wing and A prayer and a boss and a job on the line. A Working Girl,I'm a Working Girl