Girl Talk                                                    Bobby Troup, Neal Hefti (1965)

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 about,
Become essential things that women find so "apropo"
But that's a dame, they're all the same; it's just a game.
They call it 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 them for a ton of gold.
So baby stay and gab away, but hear me say that after Girl Talk,
Talk to me.