Gitta.

She is a good woman

she lights a chord

lights on her cigarette

and drinks to the board

while the tender is brilliant

billowing bright

the good woman smiles

she shouts and she cries

She is a good woman!

She is worth what she takes!

And she'll take what they give her

whatever the stake

For she's a good woman

and she calls me her friend

Yah- she's a good woman

with tears in her gin

her eyes large with ages

with hours of proof

she spills me her secrets

'cause her Englisch ist gut!

and her embrace is longing

we've said what we can

She is a good woman

her drink warm in her hand

thirteen on her tab

she can never afford

but she takes what she's given

she deserves what she's served

For it's never her fault.

She's worked for it all.

She is a good woman

in breaking she calls

"I am a good woman!"

"One of millions." she sighs

"I am a good woman."

"I am a good woman."

"I am a good woman."

She lies.