Sunday Stripper

She came from, well, in Garden City 'fore she moved into my town She was stone cold broke but her legs were pretty And her hair looked mean as she let her hair down She followed in her mother's footsteps To make a little cash on the side Invested in a well-made cat suit Showed all the boys she had nothing to hide [Chorus:] She's just a Sunday stripper At the bar on the corner She's a g-string tripper But I'm in love with her I get dressed every Sunday morning Get my hair back nice and clean I take a slow walk down to the bar she works And I try to find me a front row seat I sit there quietly drinking I never have to wait too long Before she's up there in spotlight satin And the beer gets too low [Chorus] I picture her putting on her make-up Deciding what to wear I can see her hand pulling up her stockings Painted nails riding through her hair And as I sit believing She goes in just for me The others watch but I don't care She's mine for all the world to see [Chorus]