Just to show you what the title of this fic refers to:
What do you go for
Gosee a show for
Tell the truth you go to see those beautiful dames
You spend your dough for
Bouquets that grow for
All those cute and cunning, young and beautiful dames
Dames, they're temporary flames to you
Dames, you can't recall their names do you
But their caresses and home addresses
Linger in your mem'ry of those beautiful dames
from Dames (1934)
lyrics by Al Dubin
music by Harry Warren