"Good morning, sir, what'll you have?" That's how I start my day   I spend nearly half my life in this little dim cafe   I listen to their troubles, I'd try to be their friend   But heaven help the working girl in a world that's run by men      Oh, heaven help the working girl   Then goin' gets rough in this old world   Filled with men who spend their time   Tellin' lies, breathin' sighs, gettin' wise   Havin' cries and drinkin' too much wine      Thank you, sir, you're very kind, I think I'll pass this time   We'd both be sorry if I did go home to your wife and your kids   It's just the bottle talkin', I'm familiar with that sound   Oh, heaven help the working girl till true love comes around      Oh, heaven help the working girl   Then goin' gets rough in this old world   Filled with men who spend their time   Tellin' lies, breathin' sighs, gettin' wise   Havin' cries and drinkin' too much wine