Lyrics

?the kind that always gets away,
The kind that always gets her way,
The kind you try so hard to tame

The kind that makes your weak heart break,
Can?t pump the blood up to your brain
Through a million miles of veins

When she goes out,
She goes all out with a guy who knows--
--just how to make her lose control
(the guy she likes to be with, without clothes)

She takes out the bathing suit in May,
And she don?t put it away,
Until after Labor Day

And she always has a date
And she always makes them wait,
?Cause she knows, no one complains

Her eyes spy right through you
And she?ll lie and try to fool you
And you?ll smile while she?ll abuse you
You got it figured out?
And now I know

I know now you know how you got my vote for the prettiest girl I know