Last call in a local bar Broken hearted and a broken table She must have been a pretty stable girl Cos she was pretty and she worked in a stable At my approach She turned her head Her eyes met mine before she said
"Hey, pretty ugly You're too dumb I need a man not a mother's son" She said, "I'm not impressed by the hairs on your chest You're drunk and you're pretty ugly"
A bruised ego and heavy heart And my head just needing a cradle It's hard to keep a good man down For I'm both willing and able I thought she smiled So I moved in And she explained to me again
"Hey, pretty ugly You're too dumb I need a man not a mother's son" She said, "I'm not impressed by the hairs on your chest You're drunk and you're pretty ugly"