Bridget was a sweetheart, with greek letters around
her neck on a chain
She wasn’t really my type, she was beautiful, and I’m
G** G G*
Her mind was closed like a liquor store on Sunday,
she’s trying to make her ex-boyfriend
It’s kinda of a rebound, that’s OK. She’s married
with a kid on the way. And I’m glad I
didn’t stand in the way; of a good thing.
Shelly was a stripper, a damn good mechanic and a
friend. She used to pick me up in her 64 and take me
places, I’d never been. She drank vodka on the rocks
with a tall glass, chased with cocaine and her teenage
girlfriends. I couldn’t phase her, that’s OK. Now
she livin with a girl named Rene. Last I heard she
was teaching in Frisco, she’s got a good thing.
Alice was a bartender at a place I used to play for a
while. Some of the girls didn’t like her, she’d get
20 dollar tips with a smile. I used to talk to her,
try to get in her head. We’d just end up drunk in my
bed. I never knew her, that’s ok. She’s in Vegas
makin 5 bills a day. She said I wasn’t too much fun
when I was sober. Now she’s got a good thing.
So, here’s to the lady…whose name it hurts me to say.
She’s the perverbial one, that got away. She said
life is all a young girl has, and I can’t find mine
while I’m living your’s. I don’t blame, that’s OK.
She’s married with a kid and a kid on the way. And
I’m glad I didn’t stand in the way, of a good thing.
Yeah, she’s got a good thing, a good thing.
O…..ooooohhhhhhhh, O yeah……..Ooooooh ohhhhh……