I Will Survive.
Last Dance.
Achy Breaky Heart.
Oh, and “Tennessee Whiskey”
I told a single buddy of mine that whenever the song “I will Survive” is played, watch who is on the dance floor... Always the single, overweight, man-hating women scorned who hold a grudge against men for whatever reason... And always one or two meek, pussy-whipped, metro-men amongst the herd of angry women.
I told my friend that the women he needs to approach are the ones sitting down, not dancing to this feminist anthem.
And usually when I hear this song, I break out singing a chorus of “It’s hard to kiss the lips at night that chew your ass out all day long” by Vince Gill.