Lyle Lovett
A Song About Sonya
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Well I never been lucky
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at pickin' up women.
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This life that I live
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is not one that I choose.
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She was a waitress,
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with hair blonde and curly,
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with a pretty black dress,
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and those japanese shoes.
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Man I need to impress her,
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'cause I'd like to undress her.
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I need a song about Sonya
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when I'm singin' tonight.
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'.
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I wished her eye
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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.