We arrive at the club Every Saturday night Having spent hours grooming Plucking and pruning To get our hair and makeup just right We scan through the pages Of fab magazine Making sure our gears still In in the in in scene Still in in the in scene As seen in fab magazine We arrive and at once Disappear in the loo yeah For the ritual checkup Hair, gear and makeup As girls always traditionally do The once over over Check from head to toe A days preparation's About to go on show We burst onto the scene Straight out of fab magazine After all the trouble we've been through What do you think we do? We wait As custom dictates We sit and we wait for the pleasure of some mother's little treasure to Ask us to dance Do we feel exploited? You bet It's like a cattle market And yet We follow protocols As we sit against the wall Faces all a glow We line up in a row Putting on our style We grit our teeth and smile And wait And wait And wait yeah yeah yeah We wait We sit and wait We wait We sit and wait