Lyrics
Short blonde hair, candlelight
Baby, it's all right
Smiling lips, appetite
Yeah baby, it's all right
You could be the Wilma to my Fred
(you know that's what my heart said)
You could be the horsey in my glue
(girl, you know I'm stuck on you)
You draw on napkins, at the bar
I'm captivated by what you are
Teaching kiddies, how to spar
Girl, you know I like what you are
I could be the movie on your big screen
(man, that's just a pipe dream)
I could be the flavor in your hip hop sound
(yeah, you gotta get down)
Girl you gotta get down
Woo-hoo-hoo
Now I'm in big trouble
Woo-hoo-hoo
Buried in your rubble yeah
Woo-hoo-hoo
I like everything I see
Never thought I'd find a girl weird like me
You go to school, and teach art
In town by the Quickie Mart
I think you're pretty, I think you're smart
I just need a good place to start
There's room for my crayons in your box
(you might want to keep a stock)
There's room for your sunshine in my sky
(I can get a tan walking by)
I can get a tan walking by
Now I'm in big trouble
You've got me seeing double yeah
You match me up so perfectly
I never though I'd find a girl weird like me
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