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"Women at the Bar"

The worlds in a mess,
And I know who's to blame,
Its not because of us men,
The blame belongs to a dame.

Proper wives enjoy cleaning,
And staying at home,
They take care of the kids,
And stay off the dang phone.

Foods on the table,
When I walk in the door,
She says "hello dear",
And then says no more!

But women today,
They hang in the bar,
And how do they get there?
In the old mans car.

Now though I am married,
I wander in and watch,
Cause sooner or later,
They're gonna get caught.

I sometimes wonder,
Who they are,
Those tight skirted women,
Sitting at the bar.

They tease the men,
With loud fake laughter,
I ask myself,
Now what are they after?

Is it fame,fortune,
Or unseen power,
They won't find that,
In a whiskey sour.

Maybe they're part of
the bar fixtures,
Those gals that drink,
Those crazy mixtures.

They seem so close,
and yet so far,
those tight skirted women,
Sitting at the bar.

They seem so close,
And yet so far,
Those tight skirted women,
Sitting at the bar.

Words by Helen Kramer

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