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アーティスト:Bobby Bare  作詞:SILVERSTEIN SHEL  作曲:SILVERSTEIN SHEL 

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I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine On a scale of one to ten, I'd give her a nine. Now on my scale there ain't no ten's, you know Nine is about as far as any chick can go So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me So for brains and good judgement, I'd give her a three. I said, "Hey sweet thing, you look like a possible eight You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if your head's on straight." She looked up and down my perfect frame And said these words that burned into my perfect brain. She said, well, another one of those macho-matician men Kind who grade all women on scales of one to ten And, you give me an eight, well, that's a generous thing to do Now, let's just see, just how much I give you. She said you comin' on to me with that phony numbers jive Your style makes me smile, I give it a five When you walked up I noticed that suit of (yores) It's last year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four. That must be your car parked


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