Working Woman
She's overtime and underpaid
She's kicking ass and taking names
She's punching that clock, she's climbing that ladder
She's spinning those wheels
She can do your job ten times better and do it in heels
So get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done, call the working woman
Thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman
Don't be fooled, she ain't no pretty face
She rules this roost, she runs this place
From a mop and a broom to a corner office in a big ole desk
Everybody knows ain't nobody knows like a woman how to clean a mess
So get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done, call the working woman
Thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman, mm, yeah
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some stay at home with the kids all day
No vacation time, no minimum wage
She's a nurse and a boss, and a coach
And a maid, and a wife, and a mother
If you paid her for half of what she does
You couldn't afford her
So get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done (call the working woman)
Thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman
Said this world is run by the working woman
Get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done, call the working woman
Thank God, thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman
She's kicking ass and taking names
She's punching that clock, she's climbing that ladder
She's spinning those wheels
She can do your job ten times better and do it in heels
So get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done, call the working woman
Thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman
Don't be fooled, she ain't no pretty face
She rules this roost, she runs this place
From a mop and a broom to a corner office in a big ole desk
Everybody knows ain't nobody knows like a woman how to clean a mess
So get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done, call the working woman
Thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman, mm, yeah
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some stay at home with the kids all day
No vacation time, no minimum wage
She's a nurse and a boss, and a coach
And a maid, and a wife, and a mother
If you paid her for half of what she does
You couldn't afford her
So get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done (call the working woman)
Thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman
Said this world is run by the working woman
Get your glass up for the working woman
When you got to get it done, call the working woman
Thank God, thank God for the working woman
This country is run by the working woman
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Writer(s): Margaret Grace Pettis
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