Marc Almond - Pirate Jenny

Ahh you people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbing these floors while you're gawking
Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell
In this crummy southern town
In this pit of hotel
But you'll never guess to who you're talking
No
You'll never guess to who you're talking

Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you wonder: "Who could that have been ?"
And you see me kind of grinning while I'm scrubbing
And you say "What she got to grin ?"
I'll tell ya There's a ship
The black freighter
With a skull on it's mast-head
Will be coming in

You gentlemen say: "Hey gal, finish them floors
What's wrong with you ? Earn your keep here"
You toss me your tips and look to the ships
But I'm counting your heads as I'm making the beds
'Cause there's nobody gonna sleep here tonight
No
Nobody
No-one
No-one