Story Behind the Song
This song is based on a pretty girl I met in an Austin dancehall that was smoking a cigarette when my friend, Stephen, introduced me to her. The rest came from my wild imagination. The entire song came to me in about 10 minutes while on Hwy 183 going to see my grandmother in South Texas!
Lyrics
I met her on a Thursday on the south side of town,
She didn't seem like the type, the type to get around,
So, I bought her a drink, and asked her her name,
She lit up a cigarette and asked me the same.
CHORUS:
Her smile was like the moon in the neon light,
Her jeans like a wetsuit they was fittin tight,
Her eyes would hypnotize when she looked at you,
It all seemed too good, too good to be true,
It all seemed too good, too good to be true.
We did the boot scoot two times maybe three,
When she whispered in my ear that she wanted me,
So, we journeyed to my palace way out in the sticks,
No pain, no gain, no games and no tricks.
REPEAT CHORUS
When we got to my castle I felt like a king,
I lit up a fire and had Lionel Richie sing,
She said, "Mister your real nice, so don't take this hard,
But I only take cash, Visa, and Mastercard"!
REPEAT CHORUS
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It all was too good, too good to be true!!!
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