Lyrics:
Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavourshe's 17 but i done went and plum forgot itNo tears are gone they're pooling on the tableno tears are gone they're leaving their mark behindSo far so good she's absolutely wastedshe's handing up and changing her story aroundI just don't know where leading ladies come fromI just don't know where that can be foundShe's opened up just like she really knows meI hate her face, but enjoy the companyI'll take you home, or back to OklahomaYou're not so nice, but the sex sells so cheaprise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothersare you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys