Lyrics:

You are some kind of lady
With a Mensa mind and curves to kill
I love all the work you've had done on you
Keep on sending me those bills

I am glad your serve's improving
Love the fabric in the den
The Pinot Noir you bought in Napa
Was sublime with your Cornish hen

But I can't give you what you need tonight
Just feel the need to confess
It may be hard for me to make love to you just right
Cause I'm on three days rest

Maybe I'll test-drive a Vespa
Forget to shave, collect some Art
Reinstate myself at Jack La Laine
Walk the course and lose the cart

I don't know if I can be your man tonight
I don't mean to obsess
I just don't want to be anything but right
And I'm on three days rest

Boys all want me to go rafting
So far no one's taking their phone
Got the whole Lou Rawls collection
To keep you company while you're alone

And when I get back here tomorrow
I'll be besting my own best
I'll be something that you've never seen before
I'll be on four days rest

Was a time my eye would wander
But my heart was always still
I chose this life, I will not squander
What I can save with just a pill

So I surfed around and I found the site
Just arrived UPS
I'm gonna be able to make love to you tonight
Right here in our love nest...
Even on three days rest
You're the best