lyrics written February 2017 by Robert Braathe

You like your men married
You like your bartenders
These thoughts I carried
With your return to senders
With feelings out of place
And dealings out of deserts
You could be feeling disgrace
But your wheeling measures

I gotta get over the use
For putting up with abuse
Time to find a new muse

Ive got no use for drama
You’ve got booze and berries
It’s a big day mama
You’ll be drinking from dairies
You like those bald and bellied
With a ring that’s been given
I think I’ve called your jellied
World into question

I gotta get over the use
For putting up with abuse
Time to find a new muse

You like your men married
You like your bartenders
If your interest had varied
Your life with less suspenders

You like your men married
You like your bartenders

You like your men married
You like your bartenders