Working Girls

She summered every winter through a calendar from paradise
A cheap dressed up temp-job and a tan by cold florescent light
'Anticipation' playing from the radio it mocks her life
'I was here', she scribbled in a restroom to prove she was alive
All the working girls are fine
All the working girls are fine
All the working girls
All the working girls
All the working girls are fine
She summered every winter through a calendar from paradise
I was here she scribbled in a restroom to prove she was alive
All the working girls are fine
All the working girls are fine
All the working girls
All the working girls
All the working girls are fine
Sunlight shines
Contemplating suicide or a graduate degree
I said how’s it going with her
I feel sullen
I feel sullen
I feel seventeen