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