Numbers
September, 1979
I was settin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine,When in walked this chick who almost struck me blind.She had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine;On a scale of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.Now, on my scale there ain't no tens, ya know.Nine is 'bout as far as any bitch can go.So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me,So for brains and good judgment I'd have to give her a three.I said, "Hey, sweet thing, you look like a possible eight.You and me could make eigh...
