Went to Joe's to have a drink
Find a little place to think
About rose-colored rain
When I saw a girl I'd never seen
She looked like the cover of a magazine
Like Vogue or Women's Health
And I could tell she was educated
Reading a book about a hundred pages or more
Showing off
So I opened up with a cool ice pick
I let go to the back of my stool to pick
But no, she blew me off
Didn't seem to be impressed
It couldn't be the way I'm dressed
Tie jeans, no shoes
She had eyes like big old diamonds
She had eyes that were made for climbing up
And upping 'em
Come on baby, I'm whistlin' Dixie
If I left I think you know you'd miss me
Don't act like you wouldn't
I ain't saying that you won't regret it
But after a couple drinks I think you might forget it
Or maybe you couldn't
May not be an artist of a work of art
Know you need some loving and my car is parked
Back at home with the gas light on
And the damn thing just won't start
Went to Joe's to have a drink
Find a little place to think
About rose-colored rain
When I saw a girl I'd never seen
She looked like the cover of a magazine
Like Vogue or Women's Health
And I could tell she was educated
Reading a book about a hundred pages or more
Showing off
So I opened up with a cool ice pick
I let go to the back of my stool to pick
But no, she blew me off
May not be an artist of a work of art
Know you need some loving and my car is parked
Back at home with the gas light on
And the damn thing just won't start
May not be an artist of a work of art
But I know you need some loving and my car is parked
Back at home with the gas light on
And the damn thing just won't start
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