Lyle Lovett » Sonja

I've never been lucky
At picking up women
But this life that i live
Is not one that i choose
She was a waitress
With hair blond and curly
With a pretty black dress
And those japanese shoes

Man i need to impress her
'cause i'd like to undress her
I need a song about sonja
When i'm singing tonight

She looked so pretty
As she poured my coffee
But she had her eye
On my freind at the bar
And i watched her watch him
And i watched her thinking
I wish her eye was on me

Man i need to impress her
'cause i'd like to undress her
I need a song about sonja
When i'm singing tonight

And if i could sing her
A tender love ballad
I'd hope that 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 sonja

No i've never been lucky
At picking up women
But 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 sonja
When you're singing tonight
Sing a song about sonja
When you're singing tonight