Sunday Stripper

A 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 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 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 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 F# B E A 2x A 4x 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 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