Don't The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time

(albüm: Gilley's Smokin' - 1976)

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Don't the girls all get prettier at closing time
Don't they all begin to look like movie stars
Don't the girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the backstreet bars

If I could rate 'em on a scale from one to ten
I'm looking for a nine, but eight could work right in
A few more drinks and I might slip to five or even four
But when tomorrow morning comes
And I wake up with a number one
I swear I'll never do it anymore

Don't the girls all get prettier at closing time
Don't they all begin to look like movie stars
Don't the girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the backstreet bars

I don't mean to criticize the girls at all
'Cause I know Robert Redford even overhauled
But we all picture in our minds a girl that looks just right
Now ain't it funny, ain't it strange
The way a man's opinions change
When he starts to face that morning light

Don't the girls all get prettier at closing time
Don't they all begin to look like movie stars
Don't the girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the backstreet bars
The fallen angels of those backstreet bars