Women's Jackets

Women's Jackets

Lone bar
With wrinkly millionaire strangers
Funny glasses reflecting desperate hellos

Alright I'll return pleasantries
With one, then two, turned three fold
Hands on the shoulder as people pass
Just to say without saying
Hey you're pretty,
Will you be mine valentine?
Join me for a cosmopolitan or a shot of rum
I'll show you the world if you'll just take it off for a little while

Sorry stranger
I came in a new coat and it's not yet ripe to peel
My goddess waitress friend owns this joint for the night
And I've come as her guest of honor
Serve up the drinks to my gal here”she comes and says,
She'll rock the joint with her fabulous good looks
And teasing capability
Good for conversation but bad at persuasion
That is, bad for you to try to persuade her to get
What it is that you want

Now that's better
Her hand's on my shoulder, not yours
And the wrinkly men have lost themselves to their shiny glasses
And talk about women they wish they had
Tonight and for the tomorrows

The bar tenders flipping glasses
Filling up his customer's self esteem
By drowning them with their method of choice
His job is busy, his job is fun, his job is made of liquor and no cigarette breaks
His job requires smiles; he's careful with his smile towards a pretty lady
I like him. I like him in my new coat. He's safe; he's tame.
I won't worry over hello
Hi.

I accept his building.
I drink his offering.

I grow tipsy and begin to dream like the men down the way
Slip over a couple seats over
And talk about the past
While being questioned about the future
Turns out one's not looking for a woman's fill
Just a familiar plate of chicken cordon blue
He, my new friend Mr. Delchamps, he's a funny white haired stranger
Pulling out the bills that never stop to run
He's a history man
Made it, lived it, and likes to talk about it
Bartender, I need some esteem of my own
I'll take another drink

Two cosmopolitans,
My goddess maiden friend gets off her shift's run
And joins me at the bar
To catch up on life, drinks, conversation, and Mr. Delchamps
She's another killer
Like me
She wears a short Ann Taylor dress
And misleading pumps
If I were a man,
I'd venture to say hello
But I already have
She breaks all the rules
And I'm handsomely tipsy
Hi.

Jacket comes off
We make talk with the world
Flaunt our goods,
Tease the wanting
And ripen our senses
Fueling our bodies with confidence and glowing with friendship
This is fun, these drinks are strong
And we're two girls on the prowl
Firm in our establishments
We need no one,
Girls on pedestals don't stay long
They breathe in their drinks and good looks
Hop the next available plane for a dance floor
And skirt our way in and out
All at the powers of our persuasion

We're women with jackets.