I sat right down upon the stool
Ignoring the eyes of the nearby fool
The bartender nodded and I ordered a drink
He had it to me quick as a blink
The the arrogant *******
Decided I was the one to scratch his itch
He came right over cool as can be
His clothes were screaming 'I have money'
He laid down his line, something about water
Didn't seem to matter I could be his daughter
Gave me the up-down look, I could see his mind
Normally to my elders I am quite kind
The sad thing is, he thinks it's fine
because the other girls do fall for that line
I wonder if he's ever thought
Is his daughter out there to be bought?
Since he decided not to use his mind
I decided to give him a piece of mine
But my Ferrari's just outside
Does he think I don't have any pride?
It's clear his brain is in his pants
And no thanks, not even just one dance
I look at a sad divorcee
And wonder if that'll be me someday
Watching a man my own age
Hitting on a ******* a different page
When I would love to take him to my room
And make him into my happy groom
I'd probably know a thing or two
That that young thing didn't know to do
But men will want what they can't have
And hit on girls when they could be her dad
But must we sit and suffer through
Their attempts to just ***** you?
For me I think that I will not
And though I get hit on quite a lot
I've got some things I'd like to share
With old men that get that stare
When they come for me they will find
An intelligent woman who speaks her mind
It's an uphill battle but it's gotta be fought
So Skeezers know we can't be bought!