One two one two three
That girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars
That girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
Puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of
The back street bars
I could rate them
On a scale from 1 to 10
I'm looking for a 9
But 8 would slip right in
A few more drinks and I might
Slip to a 5 or even a 4
But when tomorrow morning comes
And I wake up with a number 1
I swear I'll never do it anymore
That girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars
That girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of
The back street bars
I don't mean to
Criticize the girls at all
I'm no Robert Redford
Even overhauled
We all picture in our minds a girl
That looks just right
Ain't it funny ain't it strange
The way a man's opinion changes
When he starts to face that lonely night
That girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars
That girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
Puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of
The back street bars
What are say
Of the falling angels of
The back street bars
