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Lyrics
"Been getting lost since I was a kid,"said Slick and turned the wrong way. A girl smiled as closer she slid, the stickshift got in the way.
Dude grabbed her knee, didn't know, just what he had.
The chick thought, 'This guy is fast, this guy is bad.'
He felt the red crawl right across his face.
His Momma woulda sent him to his room.
But it wasn't like she jerked away or slapped his face. Uh-huh
Gettin' lucky, it's about time, feelin' frisky,
Seems she don't mind.
Saturday night, no better prospect in sight,
Some desperation looms.
"How ya like them Vikes?" words he thought he said.
Musta come out the wrong way.
The look she shot him said 'You're dead Fred.'
How on earth did that play?
Been shy all his life, never figured out the 1st thing.
Gave him plenty of time,
That's how come he can sing. X2
That's how come I can sing.
Strap it on, turn it up and he's home free,
His lover has a stand in the bedroom.
His fingers touch and stroke, sweetness fills the room.
Getting' plucky, it's about time. Feelin' frisky,
the guitar don't mind.
Saturday night, no real prospects in sight,
Desperation looms.
INSTRUMENTAL on E
Last 2 sections
"Been getting lost since I was a kid," said Slick and turned the wrong way.
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