to the tune of "the barroom girls"
by gillian welch

oh her fly came undone like a sideways smile
and slid to her feet in a blue denim pile
she let out her breath as her muscles unfurled
and brought sweet relief to the bathroom girls

oh she shifts and she squirms 'cause the rim is unkind
it's chillin' the skin of her naked behind
but all of the urbans and all of the rurals
can't help but sometimes be bathroom girls

oh the bathroom girls ignore the sights
of grime and graffiti under flourescent lights
the sounds and aromas, like swine before pearls,
chafe at the senses of the bathroom girls

oh she gets to her feet when she can't pee no more
buttons her jeans, unlatches the door
all of the water goes down in a swirl
so it's fresh for the next one of the bathroom girls

all of the water goes down in a swirl
so it's fresh for the next one of the bathroom girls

-- humbly submitted by emily