C
Well I never been lucky
   F          C
at pickin' up women.
     F           C
This life that I live
       D7         G
is not one that I choose.

F         C
She was a waitress,
     F               C
with hair blonde and curly,
       F            C
with a pretty black dress,
          G        C
and those japanese shoes.

  (Chorus):

        G
  Man I need to impress her,
             F         C
  'cause I'd like to undress her.
           F          C
  I need a song about Sonya
           G         C
  when I'm singin' tonight.

Well she looked so pretty
as she poured my coffee,
but she had her eye
on my friend at the bar.

And I watched her watch him,
and I watched her thinkin'.
F            G
I wished her eye
       C
was on me.

  (Chorus)


And if I could sing her
a tender love ballad,
I'd hope the audience
might sing along.

But I can't find the right way
to tell her my feelings,
and still make the words
rhyme with Sonya.

I never been lucky
at pickin up women
This life that I live
is not one that I choose.

She was a waitress.
Now she's gone forever,
and I'm stuck with this song
that I never will use.

  Man you need to impress her
  if you want to undress her.
  Sing a song about Sonya
  when you're singin' tonight
  Sing a song about Sonya
  when you're singin' tonight.
--
Scott A. Anderson   Southern College of Technology   sanderso@st6000.sct.edu