She Was Good Lookin'
She was sharp as a knife
She could win every fight
She was curvy as a piano
She had a gorgeous figure
It flowed like a river
I just hate to see her go
She was good lookin'
God rest her soul
Only 18 in a dirty bus station
She just ran away from home
If only I could muster the kind of patience
It would take to be her beau
She was good lookin'
God rest her soul
A little bit clumsy
And she treats me like a little lap dog
I said now "Come on honey
Why you got to be so high on the hog."
She says, "You don't know what's good for you boy"
I said, "You take all my money. You take away all my joy."
Through all of my persistence all the friends I ever had are gone.
She was good lookin'
God rest her soul