Calling All Bars by Liz23

music & lyrics by michael cohen

another dinner getting cold in the oven
it’s meat and potatoes made with plenty of lovin’
and i’m pacing ‘round just wondrin’ when he’s gonna get home
another night wasted slaving in the kitchen
i’m eating by myself thinking ‘bout my compeion
‘til i get so mad i pick up the telephone

and i’m in’ all bars have you seen that no good, cheap hood
beer drinking man of mine
ing all bars, if you seen him send him on back to me
i’m wilting on the vine
he’s smokin’ cigars and playing poker with the boys
and leaving me here alone
ing all bars until all hours of the morning
when he comes staggering home

i’m a saint with the patience of a sinner
but i’m the kind of girl without a mean bone in her
so i hold back and i hold all my feelings in
i don’t fly off in exasperated rages
i let my fingers walk down those yellow pages
‘til i finally reach the place where he has been

boys will be boys i never learn my lesson
you turn your back they’re always out there messin’
i can’t join ‘em and i don’t know how to lick ‘em
when it comes to losers i sure know how to pick ‘em
so i will just rely on my last resort