Verse : I met a girl who looked like a movie star She was going for a ride and i don't mean in a car Had a brain about the size of a frozen pea And on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-three Verse : A big fat man's gonna make me a king He's got a see-through tan and a pinky diamond ring Slicked-back hair shirt to his thigh Import silk slave labor dyed Chorus : Verse : The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard And that's a shirt-free store where they don't take a credit card From (guitaretab.com)
