SHE'S GOT A NECK BUILT FOR MY HANDS THE WAY A PINE GROWS FOR THE SAW THEY SAY I HATE WOMEN THEY COULDN'T BE MORE WRONG SHE'S GOT A PIERCED LIP AND A MOHAWK AND A STRUT REMINDS ME OF A TIGER I THINK SHE'S A WAITRESS AT ROCKET TO VENUS I'VE SEEN HER FLIPPING RECORDS AT REPTILIAN THE OTHER DAY I FOLLOWED HER ALL THE WAY FROM HOPKINS TO THE HARBOR I LOST HER IN THE CROWD WHEN THE O'S GAME LET OUT I NEVER SAW THAT GIRL AGAIN IT'S A SHAME I JUST WANTED TO HOLD HER LIKE AN ANACONDA