Cleo Laine - The Ladies Who Lunch lyrics

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Cleo Laine - The Ladies Who Lunch lyrics

Here's to the ladies who lunch Everybody laugh Lounging in their caftans And planning a brunch On their own behalf Off to the gym Then to a fitting Claiming they're fat And looking grim 'Cause they've been sitting Choosing a hat Does anyone still wear a hat? I'll drink to that And here's to the girls who play smart Aren't they a gas? Rushing to their cla**es In optical art Wishing it would pa** Another long exhausting day Another thousand dollars A matinee, a Pinter play Perhaps a piece of Mahler's I'll drink to that And one for Mahler! And here's to the girls who play wife Aren't they too much? Keeping house but clutching A copy of Life Just to keep in touch The ones who follow the rules And meet themselves at the schools Too busy to know that they're fools Aren't they a gem? I'll drink to them! Let's all drink to them! And here's to the girls who just watch Aren't they the best? When they get depressed It's a bottle of Scotch Plus a little jest Another chance to disapprove Another brilliant zinger Another reason not to move Another vodka stinger Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! I'll drink to that So here's to the girls on the go Everybody tries Look into their eyes And you'll see what they know: Everybody dies A toast to that invincible bunch The dinosaurs surviving the crunch Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch Everybody rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!

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