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Well I never been lucky
F C
at pickin' up women.
F C
This life that I live
D7 G
is not one that I choose.
F C
She was a waitress,
F C
with hair blonde and curly,
F C
with a pretty black dress,
G C
and those japanese shoes.
(Chorus)
G
Man I need to impress her,
F C
'cause I'd like to undress her.
F C
I need a song about Sonya
G C
when I'm singin' tonight.
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'.
F G
I wished her eye
C
was on me.
(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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