Tiger Woods

She's my super freak
Seven days a week
She's so perfect to me
I wouldn't change a piece

We float like samurai
The crouching tiger type
We pray that tiger would
Just do what tiger should

Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn
Looks like we're in love again
I guess we've got to squeeze
I guess we've got to squeeze

Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn
Looks like we're flat broke again
I guess we've got to squeeze
I guess we've got to squeeze

She said she liked my style
My trousers from Milan
She paints her fingernails
Pretty like Cadillacs
She said

I know you're dreaming of me
'Cause when I'm gone, all you do is cry
Boo-hoo, hoo, boo-hoo, hoo
Hush now, please don't cry
It's OK, you don't have to worry

Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn
Looks like we're in love again
I guess we've got to squeeze
I guess we've got to squeeze

Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn
Looks like we're flat broke again
I guess we've got to squeeze
I guess we've got to squeeze, ah



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Deacon, James Richardson, William John Healey
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