Ive never been lucky
At picking up women
But this life that I live
Is not one that I choose
She was a waitress
With hair blond and curly
With a pretty black dress
And those japanese shoes
Man I need to impress her
cause Id like to undress her
I need a song about sonja
When Im singing tonight
She looked so pretty
As she poured my coffee
But she had her eye
On my freind at the bar
And I watched her watch him
And I watched her thinking
I wish her eye was on me
Man I need to impress her
cause Id like to undress her
I need a song about sonja
When Im singing tonight
And if I could sing her
A tender love ballad
Id hope that the audience might sing along
But I cant find the right way
To tell her my feelings
And still make the words rhyme with sonja
No Ive never been lucky
At picking up women
But this life that I live
Is not one that I choose
She was a waitress
Now shes gone forever
And Im 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 sonja
When youre singing tonight
Sing a song about sonja
When youre singing tonight