She was forty-four years old or so she told me
She'd been working for a man
Who paid her twenty dollars
Just to hold him
I found that very sad
Very sad
Seems like an odd job to have, I know
To love somebody
Some of us buy friends
Some of us buy houses to live in
It's all the same
We do some strange things
He was lonely and in search of some redemption
And though he paid her well
He wondered if she'd be there
In the morning
He spend all that he had
On a working girl
Seems like an odd job to have, I know
To love somebody
Some of us buy friends
Some of us buy houses to live in
It's all the same
We do some strange things
We do some strange things
Seems like an odd job to have, I know
To love somebody
Some of us buy friends
Some of us buy houses to live in
Some of us buy friends
Some of us buy houses to live in
It's all the same
We do some strange things
We do some strange things
We do some strange things

Writer : RICHARDS, JANN ARDEN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group