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Girl's'  Night Out  (the word plus is pronounced the French way, as in plooh )


Her eyeliner's on plus perfect
She's painted on a pretty pout.
High heels and higher expectations,
Spinnin' the wheel,
cuz it's a girls' night out,
girls' night out.

Melissa's sportin' her black satin,
Mary's dressed in her very tight blue jeans.
Between the rhinestones and the denim,
They sure 'nuff gonna make the scene.
Cuz it's a girls' night, girls' night out.

Laura comes cuz she's the driver,
And she drives the hottest car.
We tip the doorman a fiver.
Then we strut and slink up to the bar.
Cuz it's a girls' night out.

Oh the music's mesmerizin', and the beat
is grabbin' hold. Compacts out like
walkie-talkies and yah know we're
feelin' mighty bold. Cuz it's a girls'
night out, girls' night out.
Dirty dancin' and gettin' racy. It's
a girls' night out. Feelin' free and
actin' crazy. It's a girls' night out.
Life is easy, problems hazy.
Cuz it's a girls' night out, girls' night out.

Mary's firtin' with the DJ.
It's a girls' night out.
Melissa's sashayin' 'round the bar.
Laura's cleanin' up the pool room.
It's a girls' night out.
Kris is suckin' down a box car.
Cuz it's a girls' night out.

NO, she doesn't dance to the music.
She just kinda sways along.
Then we're stakin' our claims out
on the dance floor,
And Kris is hummin' to the song.
Cuz it's a girls' night out, girls' night out.
It's bein' free and actin' crazy.
It's a girls' night out.
It's better dancin', gettin' racy.
It's a girls' night out.
Life feels easy, problems hazy.
Cuz it's a girls' night, girls' night OUT!


Melissa A. Howells / All Rights Reserved by the Author,
All poetry prose rants ideas are the legal property of this writer
note: added and  written onto poetrypoems.com on June 2000
but this was performed as a song in Minneapolis by
Buddy Bee Anthony in 1998 at Leslies' Balls Café to rousing
applause and a Standing Ovation
Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World


Autobiographical, so, yes its true.





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