She likes to wear tennis shoes
She likes the rumble of custom exhaust
She really looks like she should carry a sword
I’ll bet she likes to have her salad tossed.
If you fought her, you would probably lose
In bed by ten and always up with the sun
Short shorts, long sleeves, ponytail,
And she’s off for a run…
Chorus:
She likes girls,
She really really likes girls
She really really really really likes girls,
But she thinks that nobody knows.
She really really likes girls
But she’s not the only one
Cause on the track team you can be sure
She’s not the only lesbian.
The boys think she’s great
Puts back Key Light in only six seconds flat
Strong hands, good with tools, high-fives
And ‘guy things’ like that.
Her calves are bigger than my head
6’3”, she’s a beast of a chick,
Deep voice, swimmer shoulders, no tan …
All she needs is a *ick
Chorus
She never misses free throws,
She’ll crush a bear can on her face
And when she’s dolled-up it’s just really weird,
Cause she looks so out of place
I’m pretty sure she’s cross-eyed
But I just can’t tell for sure
To tell the truth, she kinda freaks me out
Feel like a little boy around her
Chorus
Words by The Count
Music by The Captain
Bad Robot
Tasty Disaster
Freeze-Dried Spacefood Veal
Sex Smorgasbord
