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She Could Really Use a ManI was nursin’ my bourbon, when she sashayed through the doorTwo guys popped tic-tacs as her high heels click-clacked across the floorHer purse was poppin’ with twenties, from her fat monthly checkShe cleans up pretty and last month’s hickeys had faded from her neckThe guy to my right, said…mmmm…she looks likeShe could really use a manTo give her what she wantsShe could really use a manOne who’s dependable and strongYeah, she could really use a manAnd I could get used to thatSo I said, “hey, Buddy, I ain’t seen you aroundI know you don’t know me, but are you new to lonely or just new in townCos it’s easy to figure, her figure’s easy on the eyesIt may seem crazy, but that fine lady’s stood up lotsa stand up guysSorry to burst your dreams but you’re right about one thingShe could really use a manTo get her what she wantsShe could really use a manOne who’s reliable and strongO she could really use a manYeah, till he’s all used upShe used me to get her work at Red’s cafeThen used Red to get her more paySee poor Steve on that stoolShe used him as just a tool to make us jealous at least onceSee Big Danny playin’ dartsShe used him to shatter Harlan’s heartThat’s Harlan in that boothMumblin’ to his vodka and vermouthCos she uses his check ev’ry monthSo Buddy, don’t try n bust a move, cos our busted hearts’ve provedShe could really use a man, she could really use a man…©2007 Robert George