He walked into the men's room
Said, "How's it going bud?"
Struck up a conversation
Like it was a social club
My brain recalled a memory
Relayed Man this isn't cool
You don't talk in the men's room
It's an unwritten rule
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Ever since I was a little boy
Just to my Daddy's knees
Engraved within that little brain
Lists of proprieties
As I've grown, they still are known
And most of them hold true
This list of things acceptable
What you do and do not do
~~*~~
He laughed and kept on talking
I went to wash my hands
Surprised he was unaware
That I wasn't talking back
And just as I was leaving
He yelled, "See ya later dude!"
I came to the conclusion
He's missing a few screws
~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
Cause you don't talk in the men's room
Unless your paper's gone
Do not approach another
Do your business and move on
I'm not looking for a friend
When I walk into that room
You don't visit at the urinal
It's an unwritten rule
~~*~~
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Ever since I was a little boy
Just to my Daddy's knees
Engraved within that little brain
Lists of proprieties
As I've grown, they still are known
And most of them hold true
This list of things acceptable
What you do and do not do
~~*~~
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Kane Allen Holmes
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