| Song | Single Women |
| Artist | Dolly Parton |
| Album | Legends |
| 作曲 : O'Donoghue | |
| Single bars and single women | |
| With a single thought in mind | |
| Just to make it till the morning | |
| Looking for what they can find | |
| For a man they won't remember | |
| For a night they can't forget | |
| Do you come to this place often? | |
| May i light your cigarette? | |
| Drinkin' beer in amarillo | |
| Passing time and swaping jokes | |
| Hoping for a new beginning | |
| But beginning to lose hope | |
| And you're waiting for that moment | |
| When a glance becomes a stare | |
| Mmm, what's that perfume that you're wearing? | |
| Haven't i met you somewhere? | |
| Find a matchbook in the morning | |
| With a name and number scrawled | |
| When you phone, a woman answers | |
| And you wish you'd never called | |
| Oh, they're friendly when they meet you | |
| But they're strangers when they go | |
| Ahh, do you mind if i come join you? | |
| Would you like to dance one more? | |
| And it's gettin' near to closing | |
| And the seconds pass like years | |
| Lots of friends to share the laughter | |
| Not a one to share the tears | |
| Oh and you wish they'd change that juke box | |
| Cause you know every song it plays | |
| Can i drop you off at my place? | |
| Oh, what's the matter, are you gay? | |
| You gotta twenty in your pocket | |
| Got your toothbrush in your purse | |
| Life could get a whole lot better | |
| But it better not get worse | |
| Single bars and single women | |
| With a single thought in mind | |
| Just to make it till the morning | |
| Looking for what they can find |
| zuò qǔ : O' Donoghue | |
| Single bars and single women | |
| With a single thought in mind | |
| Just to make it till the morning | |
| Looking for what they can find | |
| For a man they won' t remember | |
| For a night they can' t forget | |
| Do you come to this place often? | |
| May i light your cigarette? | |
| Drinkin' beer in amarillo | |
| Passing time and swaping jokes | |
| Hoping for a new beginning | |
| But beginning to lose hope | |
| And you' re waiting for that moment | |
| When a glance becomes a stare | |
| Mmm, what' s that perfume that you' re wearing? | |
| Haven' t i met you somewhere? | |
| Find a matchbook in the morning | |
| With a name and number scrawled | |
| When you phone, a woman answers | |
| And you wish you' d never called | |
| Oh, they' re friendly when they meet you | |
| But they' re strangers when they go | |
| Ahh, do you mind if i come join you? | |
| Would you like to dance one more? | |
| And it' s gettin' near to closing | |
| And the seconds pass like years | |
| Lots of friends to share the laughter | |
| Not a one to share the tears | |
| Oh and you wish they' d change that juke box | |
| Cause you know every song it plays | |
| Can i drop you off at my place? | |
| Oh, what' s the matter, are you gay? | |
| You gotta twenty in your pocket | |
| Got your toothbrush in your purse | |
| Life could get a whole lot better | |
| But it better not get worse | |
| Single bars and single women | |
| With a single thought in mind | |
| Just to make it till the morning | |
| Looking for what they can find |