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A Song About Sonya
WCell I never been lucky
at Fpickin' up Cwomen.
This Flife that I Clive
is not D7one that I Gchoose.
FShe was a Cwaitress,
with Fhair blonde and Ccurly,
with a Fpretty black Cdress,
and those Gjapanese Cshoes.
Man I Gneed to impress her,
'cause I'd Flike to unCdress her.
I need a Fsong about CSonya
when I'm Gsingin' toCnight.
Well she looked so pretty
as she poured my coffee,
but she had her eye
on my friend at the bar.
And I watched her watch him,
and I watched her thinkin'.
FI wished her Geye
was on Cme.
Chorus
And if I could sing her
a tender love ballad,
I'd hope the audience
might sing along.
But I can't find the right way
to tell her my feelings,
and still make the words
rhyme with Sonya.
I never been lucky
at pickin up women
This life that I live
is not one that I choose.
She was a waitress.
Now she's gone forever,
and I'm stuck with this song
that I never will use.
Man you need to impress her
if you want to undress her.
Sing a song about Sonya
when you're singin' tonight
Sing a song about Sonya
when you're singin' tonight.
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