Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavour
  she's 17 but i done went and plum forgot it
  
  No tears are gone they're pooling on the table
  no tears are gone they're leaving their mark behind
  
  So far so good she's absolutely wasted
  she's handing up and changing her story around
  
  I just don't know where leading ladies come from
  I just don't know where that can be found
  
  She's opened up just like she really knows me
  I hate her face, but enjoy the company
  
  I'll take you home, or back to Oklahoma
  You're not so nice, but the sex sells so cheap
  
  rise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothers
  are you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys