| C | |
| Well I | never been lucky |
| F | C | |
| at | pickin' up | women. |
| F | C | |
| This | life that I | live |
| D7 | G | |
| is not | one that I | choose. |
| F | C | |
| She was a | waitress, |
| F | C | |
| with | hair blonde and | curly, |
| F | C | |
| with a | pretty black | dress, |
| G | C | |
| and those | japanese | shoes. |
| (Chorus): |
| G | |
| Man I | need to impress her, |
| F | C | |
| 'cause I'd | like to un | dress her. |
| F | C | |
| I need a | song about | Sonya |
| G | C | |
| when I'm | singin' to | night. |
| Well she looked so pretty |
| as she poured my coffee, |
| but she had her eye |
| on my friend at the bar. |
| And I watched her watch him, |
| and I watched her thinkin'. |
| F | G | |
| I wished her | eye |
| C | |
| was on | me. |
| (Chorus) |
| And if I could sing her |
| a tender love ballad, |
| I'd hope the audience |
| might sing along. |
| But I can't find the right way |
| to tell her my feelings, |
| and still make the words |
| rhyme with Sonya. |
| I never been lucky |
| at pickin up women |
| This life that I live |
| is not one that I choose. |
| She was a waitress. |
| Now she's gone forever, |
| and I'm stuck with this song |
| that I never will use. |
| Man you need to impress her |
| if you want to undress her. |
| Sing a song about Sonya |
| when you're singin' tonight |
| Sing a song about Sonya |
| when you're singin' tonight. |
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| Scott A. Anderson Southern College of Technology sanderso@st6000.sct.edu |