Eagles

Tell us what youre gonna do tonight, mama.
There must be someplace you can go
In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama,
There must be someone you know.
God knows, youre lookin good enough,
But youre so smooth and the worlds so rough.
You might have somethin to loose.
Oh, no, pretty mama, what you gonna
Do in those shoes?
Got those pretty little straps around your ankles
Got those shiny little chains around your heart.
You go to have your independence
But you dont know just where to start.
Desperation in the singles bars
An all those jerkoffs in their fancy cars.