Lyrics:

Don't she look good Don't she look fine She needs to be picked Like fruit off the vine Ain't she got class Ain't she got style She's got the right ass But all the while Ain't I a wreck My can't you tell I fell into her magical spell Been movin' round Two ships in the night In the same town Somethin' ain't right Am I too nice Or am I too mean Does she even think twice It needs to be seen