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I've never been lucky |
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At picking up women |
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But this life that i live |
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Is not one that i choose |
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She was a waitress |
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With hair blond and curly |
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With a pretty black dress |
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And those japanese shoes |
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Man i need to impress her |
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'cause i'd like to undress her |
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I need a song about sonja |
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When i'm singing tonight |
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She looked so pretty |
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As she poured my coffee |
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But she had her eye |
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On my freind at the bar |
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And i watched her watch him |
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And i watched her thinking |
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I wish her eye was on me |
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Man i need to impress her |
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'cause i'd like to undress her |
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I need a song about sonja |
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When i'm singing tonight |
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And if i could sing her |
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A tender love ballad |
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I'd hope that the audience might sing along |
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But i can't find the right way |
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To tell her my feelings |
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And still make the words rhyme with sonja |
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No i've never been lucky |
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At picking up women |
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But this life that i live |
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Is not one that i choose |
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She was a waitress |
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Now she's gone forever |
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And i'm stuck with this song |
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That i never will use |
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Man you need to impress her |
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If you want to undress her |
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Sing a song about sonja |
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When you're singing tonight |
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Sing a song about sonja |
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When you're singing tonight |
