| Chorus:
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| The girls all get prettier at closing time
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| They all begin to look like movie stars
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| The girls all get prettier at closing time
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| When the change starts taking place
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| It puts a glow on every face
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| Of the falling angels of the back street bars.
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| If I could rate’em on a scale from 1 to 10
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| I’m lookin' for a 9 but 8 would slip right in
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| A few more drinks and I might slip to a 5 or even a 4
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| But when tomorrow morning comes,
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| And I wake up with a number 1
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| I swear I’ll never do it anymore.
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| Chorus:
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| The girls all get prettier at closing time
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| They all begin to look like movie stars
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| The girls all get prettier at closing time
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| When the change starts taking place
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| It puts a glow on every face
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| Of the falling angels of the back street bars.
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Now, I don’t mean to criticize the girls at all
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| I know Robert Redford, even overhauls
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| We all picture in our minds a girl that looks just right
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| Ain’t it funny, ain’t it strange,
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| The way a man’s opinion changes
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| When he starts to face that lonely night.
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| Chorus:
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| The girls all get prettier at closing time
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| They all begin to look like movie stars
|
| The girls all get prettier at closing time
|
| When the change starts taking place
|
| It puts a glow on every face
|
| Of the falling angels of the back street bars.
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| Of the falling angels of the back street bars… |