A
[verse]
A
She came from, Welwyn Garden City 'fore she moved into my town
A C
She was stone cold broke but her legs were pretty And her hair looked mean as she let her hair down
D
She followed in her mother's footsteps To make a little cash on the side
D
Invested in a well-made cat suit Showed all the boys she had nothing to hide, she's just a
[Chorus]
A
Sunday stripper at the
F#
bar on the corner
B
She's a g-string tripper
E A
But I'm in love with her
[verse]
A
I get dressed every Sunday morning Get my hair back nice and clean
A C
I take a slow walk down to the coach & horses And I try to find me a front row seat
D
I sit there quietly drinking I never have to wait too long
D
Before she's up there in spotlight satin And the beer gets too low
[Chorus]
A
Sunday stripper at the
F#
bar on the corner
B
She's a g-string tripper
E A
But I'm in love with her
[break]
A F# B E A x2
A x4
[verse]
A
I picture her putting on her make-up Deciding what to wear
A C
I can see her hand pulling up her stockings Painted nails riding through her hair
D
And as I sit believing She does in just for me
D
The others watch but I don't care She's mine for all the world to see
[Chorus]
A
Sunday stripper at the
F#
bar on the corner
B
She's a g-string tripper
E A
But I'm in love with her
A
Sunday stripper at the
F# [stop]
bar on the corner
B
She's a g-string tripper
E [blues run down] A
But I'm in love with her
