Numbers

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I was sittin' here Friday suppin' 
            D
on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost 
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struck me blind
She had wet blue eyes and her legs 
           C
were long and fine
     D                             
On a scale of ONE to TEN (pause) 
            G
I'd give her a NINE.

G                            
Now on my scale there ain't no 
        D
TEN's, you know
NINE is about as far as any chick 
 G
can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she 
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didn't even look at me
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So for brains and good judgement, 
          G
give her a THDE .

     G                           
I said, hey sweet thing, you look 
               D
like a possible EIGHT
You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN,
                  G
 if your head's on straight
                                C
She looked up and down my perfect 
frame
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And said these words that burned 
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into my perfect brain.

         G                         
She said, well, another one of 
            D
those macho-matician men
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Tryin' to grade all women on scales 
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of ONE to TEN
And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, 
                              C
well, that's a generous thing to do
      D                            
Now, let's just see, just how much 
    G
I give you.

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   A                             
She said you comin' on to me with 
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that corny NUMBERS jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it
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 a FIVE
When you walked up I noticed that 
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suit of (yores)
     E                             
It's last year's double knit, 
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frayed cuffs, give it a FOUR.

    A                              
That must be your car parked out on
     E
 the curb
That 'B XTY-NINE homemade 
                          A
convertible, A THDE  and A THIRD
As for that build, I guess you're 
       D
less than FIVE
     E                             
'cept for your pot belly, I'd give 
            A
that a TEN for size.

    A                            
That wine you're pourin' might be 
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fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I 
        A
give it a TWO
It's hard to tell what your flashin'
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 smile is worth
      E                            
I give it a B X, you could use some
       A
 dental work.

     A                             
But, It's your struttin' rooster 
                     E
act that really makes me laugh
It may be a TEN to these country 
                            A
hens, but to me a THDE  and A HALF
And there really ain't much to add 
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once the subtractin's done
    E                              
And since there ain't no ZEROes, I 
          A
give you a ONE.

      A                          
She walked out, while up and down 
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the line
The whole bar was laughin', sayin' 
                         A
BAD , what happened to your NINE
NINE says I, hell soon as she 
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started to talk I knew
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She didn't have no class, I barely 
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gave her a TWO.

(TALK) Yeah! No matter how good they
 look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE,
 friend
There ain't no TEN.