Which one's the birthday boy?
She said I ain't got all night.
What's your mama name?
Tell me what you like.
Every skinny mystery,
gotta make it hard somehow.
Since you're a mare-ass,
damn hot shot,
I'll solve yours right now.
Got a girlfriend, don't you boy?
Nervous hands can't lie.
Married men don't ask how much.
Single ones ain't bad.
One day you got everything,
next day it's all a pro.
Fitness tricks you sit up front,
they don't wipe your nose.
Working for the money like you got eight hands.
Flattering your back under a mean old man,
just thinking happy thoughts and breathing deep.
Between your mama's drive and daddy's bill,
don't take smarts to learn to tune out what hurts more than him.
Pretty girls from the smallest towns get remembered
like storms and droughts that old men talk
about for years to come.
I guess that's why they give us names,
so few old men can say they saw us rain when
we were young.
One's the birthday boy?
She said I ain't got all night.
What's your mama name?
You can call me what you like.