| (YOU
LOOK LIKE) A HUNDRED BUCKS
by Pistol Pete Midtgard
Baby,
when you walked into the room
Your front went Pow! and your back went Boom!
A hot little package, wrapped up tight
All dolled-up, you got it all just right
You know damned well I'm the excitable kind
And every time you dress up, I go out of my mind
You're never gonna make it out the door like that
'Cause in 15 seconds, baby... we're goin' to the
mat!
Chorus:
When I saw you, it took my breath away
That's a tough-ass outfit you got on today
With that slutty make-up - it's a beautiful sight
You look like a hundred bucks, you're gonna kill
'em tonight
I
love the way you toss those hips
And look all bitchy with those cupie-doll lips
With faux mink stole and imitation pearls
Cha-cha heels and jet black curls
A vision of vampire lust in black
Ten pounds of taters in a five pound sack
Neckline plunging all the way to China
And a bucket of perfume imported from South Carolina
Chorus
I
love you unconditional - you got to know
Even though there's times that we go toe to toe
Everybody says that we're a perfect fit
And every time we go out we're a real smash hit
So let's get married and have a buncha brats
Have a house full of toys and dogs and cats
Praying for a time that we can be alone
A white trash Utopia we'll call our home
Chorus
Copyright
and Publishing 2002 Adequate Music A.S.C.A.P.
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