Lyrics_ Verse 1 You, Lynyrd Skynyrd hat And me, little kiddy Sat across with the velvet jacket Wild orange hair, and dark, dark eyes I gawked, like a twelve-year-old smitten Carla the Stripper Straight from L.A. You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth Lets be pals some day . . . in other words Put some clothes on and call me Chorus I saw you It was incredible Verse 2 Slim, relaxed buyin’ wine at the QFC On a snowy Saturday night Black pearls and I swear you were drinkin’ beer You we (chordiearchive.chordie.com)