I[G] was sittin' here Friday suppin' on a glass of[D] wine
When in walked a chick who almost struck me[G] blind
She had wet blue eyes and her legs were long a[C]nd fine
On a [D]scale of ONE to TEN (pause) I'd give her a[G] NINE.
[G]Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's,[D] you know
NINE is about as far as any chick c[G]an go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look a[C]t me
So for b[D]rains and good judgement, give her [G]a THREE.
I sai[G]d, hey sweet thing, you look like a possibl[D]e EIGHT
You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on[G] straight
She looked up and down my perfec[C]t frame
And said[D] these words that burned into my perfec[G]t brain.
She said,[G] well, another one of those macho Texa[D]s men
Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE [G]to TEN
And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing [C]to do
Now, l[D]et's just see, just how much I gi[G]ve you.
(CHANGE TO KEY OF A)
She[A] said you comin' on to me with that phony NUMBERS [E]jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it a[A] FIVE
When you walked up I noticed that suit of ([D]yores)
It's [E]last year's double knit-french cuffs, give it a[A] FOUR.
That[A] must be your car parked out on the [E]curb
That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A[A] THIRD
I saw that build, I guess (yore) less tha[D]n FIVE
Said,[E] for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN f[A]or size.
That[A] wine you're pourin' might be fine to[E] you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it [A]a TWO
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile i[D]s worth
I give[E] it a SIX, you could use some dental[A] work.
But, [A]It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes m[E]e laugh
It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and [A]A HALF
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin[D]'s done
And [E]since there ain't no ZEROes, I give you a[A] ONE.
She wa[A]lked out, while up and down th[E]e line
The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to yo[A]ur NINE
NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I[D] knew
She [E]didn't have no class, I barely gave her a[A] TWO.
(TALK) Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend
There ain't no TEN.
When in walked a chick who almost struck me[G] blind
She had wet blue eyes and her legs were long a[C]nd fine
On a [D]scale of ONE to TEN (pause) I'd give her a[G] NINE.
[G]Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's,[D] you know
NINE is about as far as any chick c[G]an go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look a[C]t me
So for b[D]rains and good judgement, give her [G]a THREE.
I sai[G]d, hey sweet thing, you look like a possibl[D]e EIGHT
You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on[G] straight
She looked up and down my perfec[C]t frame
And said[D] these words that burned into my perfec[G]t brain.
She said,[G] well, another one of those macho Texa[D]s men
Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE [G]to TEN
And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing [C]to do
Now, l[D]et's just see, just how much I gi[G]ve you.
(CHANGE TO KEY OF A)
She[A] said you comin' on to me with that phony NUMBERS [E]jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it a[A] FIVE
When you walked up I noticed that suit of ([D]yores)
It's [E]last year's double knit-french cuffs, give it a[A] FOUR.
That[A] must be your car parked out on the [E]curb
That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A[A] THIRD
I saw that build, I guess (yore) less tha[D]n FIVE
Said,[E] for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN f[A]or size.
That[A] wine you're pourin' might be fine to[E] you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it [A]a TWO
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile i[D]s worth
I give[E] it a SIX, you could use some dental[A] work.
But, [A]It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes m[E]e laugh
It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and [A]A HALF
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin[D]'s done
And [E]since there ain't no ZEROes, I give you a[A] ONE.
She wa[A]lked out, while up and down th[E]e line
The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to yo[A]ur NINE
NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I[D] knew
She [E]didn't have no class, I barely gave her a[A] TWO.
(TALK) Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend
There ain't no TEN.
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