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Here's to the ladies who lunchEverybody laugh.Lounging in their caftans And planning a brunchOn their own behalf.Off to the gym,Then to a fitting,Claiming they're fat.And looking grim,'Cause they've been sittingChoosing a hat.Does anyone still wear a hat?I'll drink to that.And here's to the girls who play smartAren't they a gas?Rushing to their classesIn optical art,Wishing it would pass.Another long exhausting day,Another thousand dollars,A matinee, a Pinter play,Letras de cancionesPerhaps a piece of Mahler's.I'll drink to that.And one for Mahler!And here's to the girls who play wifeAren't they too much?Keeping house but clutchingA copy of "Life"Just to keep in touch.The ones who follow the rules,And meet themselves at the schools,Too busy to know that they're fools.Aren't they a gem?I'll drink to them!Let us all drink to them!And here's to the girls who just watchAren't they the best?When they get depressed,It's a bottle of Scotch,Plus a little jest.Another chance to disapprove,Another brilliant zinger,Another reason not to move,Another vodka stinger.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!I'll drink to that.So here's to the girls on the goEverybody tries.Look into their eyes,And you'll see what they know:Everybody dies.A toast to that invincible bunch,The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.Let's hear it for the ladies who lunchEverybody rise!Rise!Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!Rise! From Letras Mania