Lyrics:

Working on the weekend, baby
She's working all through the night
A jump into the deep end gave her
The evidence she required
Takes five, she's got pearls
Don't fake it when it comes to making money
So she smiles, but that's cruel
If you know what she thinks
If you knew what she was after

Sometimes she wonders
And she laughs in her frustration

Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade

Doctors of the revolution gave us
The medicine we desired
Besides being absolutely painless
It's a question of compromise
They got steel, so cool
To get angry at the weekend
Then go back to school
So big deal, it's what rules
When it comes to making money
Say yes, please, thank you

Sometimes you wonder
And ask yourself the question

Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade

I know the answer
But I'm asking you the question

Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade