(Chorus)
Why are all the cool chicks spoken for
I'm tryna find a girl
Who relates to my world
Will sit and let the records spin
And sip Johnny witchya boy
Is that too much to ask for?

(Kid Brash)
I was in Waco, with the shake o's
Smokin Rick danko
When I saw a Baylor chick in the cut
And the weed inspiration
Never leaves the brain blank o
Disregard the skank o's
I want a down to earth chick
That plays Farkle
and smokes purple with a grin
Likes Neil Young
can play blowin in the wind
On guitar
I Walk on over, ask her how it is she's doin
She ain't havin none of it and says keep on movin
Damn baby, let me talk to you for a sec
First of all I got nothing but respect
And your sexy as fuck
So let me try my luck real quick
You got eyes like the color of my weed
A smile that's killin me
Got me trippin in my sneeks
Let me introduce you
To some real good peeps
Tornup, John Proc, and illicit fuckin D
Let me swoop you off your size 6 feet
let's go get somethin to eat
My treat

(Chorus)
Why are all the cool chicks spoken for
I'm tryna find a girl
Who relates to my world
Will sit and let the records spin
And sip whiskey witchya boy
Is that too much to ask for?
Yeah why are all the cool chicks spoken for
I'm tryna find a girl
Who relates to my mad mad world
Will sit and let the records spin
And sip on the Johnny witchya boy
Is that too much to ask for?

(john Proctor)
WHHERRRESSS MYYY BAAABBBBYYYYY
neverthat
not on the only track about you
come over to your house with a 6 pack of stought brew
I have you, in the palm of my hand
but don't worry I won't take advantage
that's just not the kind of man I am
nothing like Patrick Swayze in Ghost making ceramics
I make a toast while we were watching Animal Planet
or was it Shark Week I can't remember nor do I care
all I care about is you and me here I tell ya
Hey surprise I got a bone for you, get your mind up out the gutter boo
I mean I rolled up a doobie and Ruby Tuesdays on this afternoon
sounds good to me too, another oppurtunity to get my minutes in with you damn, I just love to see you smile and theres not too many girls I say that to.

(Chorus)
Why are all the cool chicks spoken for
I'm tryna find a girl
Who relates to my world
Will sit and let the records spin
And sip whiskey witchya boy
Is that too much to ask for?
Yeah why are all the cool chicks spoken for
I'm tryna find a girl
Who relates to my mad mad world
Will sit and let the records spin
And sip on the Johnny witchya boy
Is that too much to ask for?

(Illicit D)
Oh my damn, here i stand, caught in the head lights
You're absolutely glowing with a warmth that just feel right
My dear, you look quite nice, and that smile' oh so pertty,
I can tell you keep i clean, yet when I see those sexy lips, I can't help but think so dirty.
I love your hair so curly
And when i compliment, your eyes glisten, and the dimples, and you giggle oh so girly.
Please don't be so flirty, I can't handle misleading
If you really want my love, between your thighs I will be peaking
Undercover hide and seeking
and when we're sleeping
I'll use your breasts as a pillow so i can hear your heart beating
Ahead of myself, yes, but our connection is beaming
And i know you feel it too because your nervousness is fleeting
Take my hand.
And I'll show you what you're wanting and missing
No, not hugging and kissing, but biting, and pinching, and a bit of letter-licking
The clock is t-t-ticking
I don't know your nationality, but I'm down for culture mixing
I do know i speak easy, but i swear I'm not a player
Invite you to my crib, baby, welcome to my layer
Place mats set, and scented candles on the table
Grilled tenderloin or backed chicken, what's your flavor?
Got some champagne on the rocks as a chaser
Grapes and strawberries dipped in chocolate for dessert
Put on some Sadé and let her voice serenade ya
Don't cha' love the way that I smooth operate ya?