Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER  I never planned my daily round  I've never loved the common task  I don't rebel, I don't accept  I've often laughed, I've often wept  An ordinary working girl  There was a man until he found  The things that I began to ask  Involved him in a little more  That what he came to see me for  Oh so naive the working girl  One day I'll show him  And all the others too  Outgrow him  And have all that I'm due  Very soon  Where do I go until then ?  What do I do meantime ?  Back to the bar, I'm working late  Over and over again  I tell myself that I'm  Happy to stay here - I can wait  There are those who tell you  Never let them tell you  This is all there is, forever  I do not believe them  I shall have my moment  Any moment now - or never  The working girl is that and more  She ticks away behind the mask  She wouldn't let her spirits die  That does not mean she will not cry  When all her dreams fly out the door  An ordinary working girl  We never plan our daily round  We do not love the common task  But we don't find survival odd  Some call it luck, some call it God  I call it both feet on the ground  An ordinary working girl  On day I'll show them  And they'll all let me trough  Outgrow them  I'll have all that I'm due  Very soon  Where do I go until then ?  What do I do meantime ?  Back to the bar, I'm working late  Over and over again  I tell myself that I'm  Happy to stay here - I can wait  I know I'll have my extraordinary day  I will never hear those words again  Working girl  Working girl