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Pants, This One's For You ~ |
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I
was sitting in the Eagle one Friday, sucking on a glass
of wine, when in walked this chick who
almost struck me blind.
She had wet brown eyes
and her legs were long and fine; on a scale of one to
ten I’d give her a nine! |
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Now
on my scale there ain’t no tens you know |
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Nine’s
about as far as any chick can go. |
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So
I flashed her a smile but she didn’t even look at
me,
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So
for brains and good judgement, I gave her a three |
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I
said "Hey Sweet thing, you look like a possible
eight; you and me, we could make eighteen, if you’re
heads on straight!"
She looked up and down
my perfect frame and said these words that burned into
my perfect brain: |
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She said,
“Well another one of those machomatician men, the
kind who grade all women on a scale of one to ten.
You give me an eight, well that’s a generous thing
to do, now let’s just see just how much I give you.” |
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She
said “You’re coming onto me with that corny
numbers jive
You’re style makes me smile: I give it a five. |
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When
you walked up I noticed that suit of yours
Its last year’s, white polyester, frayed cuff: I
give it a four. |
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That
must be your car parked up on the kerb;
A 1.2 liter Honda Civic?
Three and a third. |
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Well
she walked out while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughing saying “Pants, what
happened to your nine?” |
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“Nine?”
says I, “Hell as soon as she started to talk I
knew.. She didn’t have no class, I barely gave
her a two.” |
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Yeah
no matter how good they look at first, there’s
flaws in all of them
That’s why on my scale of ten to one, my friend,
there ain’t no tens.
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