Man lyrics

Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?

D. Child/M. Bolton
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