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