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LADIES LUNCH  
©1983 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI

I’m having lunch with the ladies - the kind who are proud to be crazy
They swear that they’ll never have babies, so there’ll be plenty of time for lunch
I’m here at the café alone with my tea - I wait for the girls so patiently
They come straight from the office towing a briefcase
I couldn’t have picked stranger company

But after some pressure I breakdown   
I join in their white wine another round
We toast an honest man we know   
We lolly and linger, in lipstick and linen
Losing and winning as we come and as we go

Sandy at forty she’s learning to give, she’s living with roommates instead of her kids
She’s always grieving, hardly believing, she once was a mother and a wife
Jeannie checks back with her service, missing a call makes her nervous
She finds excitement in pounding the pavement, a slave meant for happy hour

After some pressure I breakdown      
I join in their white wine another round
We toast the heartache we all know    
We lolly and linger, in lipstick and linen
Losing and winning as we come and as we go

Me, I perform in a cabaret, I’m lucid by night a little slow by day
The closer I listen, I hear a heartbeat that’s missing - I love the girls just the same

After some pressure I kick back        
To hell with your white wine, gimme’ a shot o‘Jack      
Let’s toast the things we truly know
We lolly and linger, like our lipstick on linen  
Losing and winning as we come and as we go
 
I’m having lunch with the ladies - the kind who are proud to be crazy
They swear that they’ll never have babies, so there’ll be plenty of time for lunch

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