A Song About Sonya

Capo 2nd fret 
 
 
 C  
Well I never been lucky 
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at pickin' up women. 
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This life that I live 
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is not one that I choose. 
 
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She was a waitress, 
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with hair blonde and curly, 
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with a pretty black dress, 
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and those japanese shoes. 

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  Man I need to impress her, 
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  'cause I'd like to undress her. 
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  I need a song about Sonya 
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  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'. 
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I wished her eye  
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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.