God bless cocktail napkins at smokey bars

There's a girl at the end of the bar
She's pretending to listen
to the music
Her husband's eyes
have wandered more than once
to Whitney's tits
And he's not as lonely
as the white-haired man
next to him
His gaze is fixed on the bartender
And what about Mr. Cufflinks
He's been sitting alone since we came in
I bet he'd pay
for a blowjob
The bearded 21 year old
at the pool table
stabs that damn stick at the ball
three times before he hits it
I bet that's the way he fucks