Waiting

We arrive at the club
Every Saturday night
Having spent hours grooming
Plucking and pruning
To get our hair and makeup just right
We scan through the pages
Of fab magazine
Making sure our gears still
In in the in in scene
Still in in the in scene
As seen in fab magazine

We arrive and at once
Disappear in the loo yeah
For the ritual checkup
Hair, gear and makeup
As girls always traditionally do
The once over over
Check from head to toe
A days preparation's
About to go on show
We burst onto the scene
Straight out of fab magazine

After all the trouble we've been through
What do you think we do?
We wait
As custom dictates
We sit and we wait for the pleasure of some mother's little treasure to
Ask us to dance

Do we feel exploited?
You bet
It's like a cattle market
And yet
We follow protocols
As we sit against the wall
Faces all a glow
We line up in a row
Putting on our style
We grit our teeth and smile
And wait
And wait
And wait yeah yeah yeah
We wait
We sit and wait
We wait
We sit and wait



Credits
Writer(s): Jule Styne, Betty Comden, Adolph Green
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