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