Right, kid, if you’re gonna wing me, I gotta give you the specs:
I want a woman with a low-wide fightin’ stance,
‘n skitterin’ feet that ain’t ever slowin’ or betrayin’ her intent.
I want a woman with gut punch speech,
‘n that ain’t takin’ no shit kind of livin’
Kid, I want a woman so complete she wouldn’t think twice ’bout leavin’,
if I wasn’t a good time.
I want a woman I ain’t ever sure I got figured out,
’cause she ain’t sure she’s got it figured out.
Aim for prize-fighters ‘n cigarette lighters.
Sparks ‘n fights ‘n long-late-talks.
‘course, doubt you’ll find that,
so tell you what:
How ’bout you ‘n I just enjoy this drink,
’cause I don’t see a woman in this bar lookin’ like she’s lookin’ to meet.
