So many men
So little technique
Still to that cattle market you go...
Attract the same crass comments every week
It's what passes for wit
Don't you know...

You walk into the dancehall
Head straight for the bar
Take a seat if you can
Recommence the charade
Oh, what are you drinking?
They are lining them up for you
Good little boys, direct from machinery
This night though, it seems
There's no man of your dreams
Still you can't bring yourself yet to go...
Fending off the advances of some greasy teens
Their kind you really don't want to know
No, no

And you think to yourself
"What the hell am I doing here?"
You run to the washroom
Gliding on the spilled beer
But you'll be back out
'Cause you need to find someone
You can't leave this hole on your own

chorus
Something every weekend
Another casual acquaintance
Fumbling at the deep end
Those hands that test your patience
But you'll take 'most anything
'Cause you're not that beautiful
No, you can't make a fuss
And you know, oh yes, you know
You're not the only one, no, no

So this manchild you find
Pouring alcohol into you
Starts to look OK
But, no...
You turn, but he's angry
He's spent half his pay on you
He takes your arm firmly
And tells you quite certainly
It's time he was taking you home...

He expects some return
From this evening's investment
Your drink's in his face
"Are you some kind of lesbian?"
Lose yourself out on the floor 'til he's gone
Hope someone will still give you a go

repeat chorus

Something every weekend
Oh, just a casual acquaintance
Not anyone you'd know
No, no