Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for December 06, 2013

All the girls all get prettier at closing timeOh, they all begin to look like movie starsAll the girls all get prettier at closing timeWhen the change starts taking place it puts a glow on every faceOf the fallen angels of the back street bars

If I could rate them on a scale from one to tenI’m looking for a nine but eight could work right inFew more drinks and I might slip to five or even fourBut when tomorrow morning comes and I wake up with a number oneI swear I’ll never do it anymore

All the girls all get prettier at closing timeOh, they all begin to look like movie starsAll the girls all get prettier at closing timeWhen the change starts taking place it puts a glow on every faceOf the fallen angels of the back street bars

I don’t mean to criticize the girls at all‘Cause I’m no Robert Redford even overhauledBut we all picture in our minds a girl that looks just rightNow ain’t it funny, ain’t it strange the way a man’s opinions changeWhen he starts to face that lonely night

All the girls all get prettier at closing timeOh, they all begin to look like movie starsAll the girls all get prettier at closing timeWhen the change starts taking place it puts a glow on every faceOf the fallen angels of the back street barsThe fallen angels of the back street bars.

Micky Gilley

She should hit him for the insult.

Har har!A good laugh!