She was Six foot Three
She could bench press me
Had a voice like a young Charlie Pride
Well she walked up to you
Said honey how do you do
I know you ain't here with this guy
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag
She gave you a wink
Bought you a drink
Wrote her phone number down on your hand
She was well on her way
Just hit second base
I'd 'bout damn had all I could stand
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag
She was flexin' her muscles
An flickin' her bean
She was lonesome, onry and mean
There's a bull dyke, hittin' on my girlfriend
Now I was 'bout to get rowdy and mad
I just kept hearin' the words of my dad
Dear old dad
Son don't ever hit a man on the rag