A/N: Another girls' song! Super short one! This is an older 80's song, but it always makes me smile when it comes on the radio. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me!

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We make our way back up to the stage, taking the microphones again. The DJ grins and says, "Now this song, this song is much more appropriate! Let's give it up again for Liv, Melinda, Casey, and Tiff!"

"Okay ladies, I'm sure you'll agree with us on this one," Melinda says before launching into the first verse.

They buy you dinner, open your door.
Other then that, what are they good for?

She shoots a look at Henry who just grins and winks at her.

Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.
They all want a girl just like the girl,
That married dear old dad: they make me so mad.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.

Casey, Tiffani, and I jump in for the chorus.

"Well, you can't beat 'em up 'cause they're bigger then you," I sing, shaking my head in the negative.

"You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em," Tiffani sings sweetly and shrugs.

Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.

I grin as Casey takes the second verse, her eyes trained on John.

They love their toys; they make their noise.

"They're nothing but a bunch of overgrown boys," she looks at me and I nod and roll my eyes.
Men! I'm talking 'bout men.
If you give 'em what they want, they never fall in love.
Don't give 'em nothin' they can't get enough;
Men! I'm talking 'bout men.

The girls jump in for the chorus.

"Well, you can't beat 'em up 'cause they're bigger then you," I throw my head back and laugh as Elliot and the boys make a big show of flexing their muscles.

You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.

Tiffani takes the third verse, a huge grin on her face. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Elliot hand a piece of paper to the DJ. He reads it, grins at Elliot and nods. I can read his lips saying "You're next."

"In the beginning they always aim to please," Tiffani holds up her left hand and wiggles the finger with the engagement ring on it.

They serve a purpose; they fill a need.
They ensure survival of the species.
They take you for a ride, run out of gas.
Most of the time they're a pain in the a-a yeah, yeah.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.

I wrap my arm around Casey's shoulders as she, Melinda, and I prepare to cry out the words to the chorus again.

Well, you can't beat 'em up 'cause they're bigger then you.
You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.

The last verse is mine, and I lock eyes with Elliot.

Silver tongue devils.
Well, they're lying through their teeth.
Saying anything,
Just to sweep you off your feet," I grin at the love of my life, the notorious charmer. He shakes his head and mouths "I love you, baby," at me.

Ooh yeah, men! talkin' 'bout men.
Mere mortal men.

The ladies in the crowd burst into applause and the guys are all grinning. I had my microphone back to the DJ and he flashes a grin at me.

"Can those girls sing or what? Let's give it up for them one more time. Liv, Tiff, Melinda, and Casey!" the crowd keeps applauding and I glance up at Elliot, his fingers in his mouth, whistling obnoxiously. I roll my eyes as I sit down next to him.

"What are you singing, babe?" I ask.

"Wait and see," he says. "I'm next."

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A/N: Well? What did you think?