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Yeah, yeah It's just another Friday night at the local hot spot John Hovapra on the bar lining up shots Annie Oakley's 45's are load and locked Patsy Cline's goin' and cook the crazy on the jukebox Girls are pairin' up and they're shootin' pool But Cleopatra's playin' dirty as usual Dora Stace's gettin' tipsy, Darly's singin' the blues Wilma Flintstone's shoutin' "Man I can't stand these shoes" When the girls get together, Oh, it don't get any better From the very first taple to the very last song When the girls get together, The band plays on. Oh poker game's gettin' Darcy, Oprah's down a grand Mary Magdalene's bluffin', cause she drew a losin' hand Eve is dissin' Britney, she got three straights in a row Amber Lynn says (?) "Girls, heads are gonna roll" Marylin's drinkin' Shirley Temple, Shirley's drinkin' Jack Jackie O is (?) all up the back She is cryin' out to Scarlett "Girl I'm about to scream" Scarlett says "Think about it tomorrow, it always works for me" When the girls get together, Oh, it don't get any better From the very first taple to the very last song When the girls get together, The band plays on. Oh oh oh, come on, play something everyone knows Oh oh oh, we dance till the sunshine and anything goes When the girls get together, Oh, it don't get any better From the very first taple to the very last song When the girls get together, The girls get together, girls get together The band plays on and on. From the babes in the caves to the microwave kitchens Girls stick together like hens and chickens, oh yeah Oh, it's just a female philosophy, plain as simple history Every woman needs a little Friday night fantasy When the girls get together... |