Went round to see Mr. Robert to get myself right in style
Had a perm and a cut and a weave
and he took my money with a smile
It was too short here, it was too long there
Like an antelope’s behind
He held my hand, said dear, don’t you worry
In a month it’ll be just fine...I said,
We’re talking major desperation
We’re talking serious humiliation
For you a month may be fine
But that’s twenty years girltime, twenty years girltime
We’re talking twenty years girltime, twenty years !
I finally met me a man who was everything a guy should be
One touch of his hand, I knew this was down right destiny
He was Lancelot, I was Guinevere, as the curtain began to fall
When he left, he had my telephone number
It took him four full days to call
We’re talking days of deep frustration
We’re talking thoughts of desolation
Four days of waiting’s a crime...
We’re talking twenty years girltime, twenty years girltime
Now that is twenty years girltime, twenty years girltime
We’re talking twenty years girltime, twenty years !
So if you and your baby don’t see eye to eye
Don’t you even let another hour go by
If you wannna be sleeping in that nice warm bed
Don’t forget what Mrs. Einstein said
“It’s all relative!”
You know there’s twenty years girl time...
Written by Gloria Loring and David Pomeranz
C. Only Silk Music/Upward Spiral Entertainment Inc
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Lyrics submitted by Gloria Loring.