They like to chat about the dresses they will wear tonight,
they chew the fat about their tresses and the neighbor's fight
Inconsequential things that men don't really care to know
become essential things that women find so "appropo"
But that's a dame, they're all the same
It's just a game, they call girl talk, girl talk
They all meow about the ups and downs of all their friends,
the "who", the "how", the "why", they dish the dirt, it never ends
The weaker sex, the speaker sex we mortal males behold
but tho' we joke we wouldn't trade you for a ton of gold
So baby, stay and gab a way
but hear me say that after girl talk talk to me
- Bobby Troup