"Sonja" as written by and Lyle Pearce Lovett....
I've never been lucky
At picking up women
But this life that I live
Is not one that I choose
She was a waitress
With hair blond and curly
With a pretty black dress
And those Japanese shoes
Man I need to impress her
Cause I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja
When I'm singing tonight
She looked so pretty
As she poured my coffee
But she had her eye
On my friend at the bar
And I watched her watch him
And I watched her thinking
I wish her eye was on me
Man I need to impress her
Cause I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja
When I'm singing tonight
And if I could sing her
A tender love ballad
I'd hope that the audience might sing along
But I can't find the right way
To tell her my feelings
And still make the words rhyme with Sonja
No I've never been lucky
At picking up women
But this life that I live
Is not one that I choose
She was a waitress
Now she's gone forever
And I'm stuck with this song
That I never will use
Man you need to impress her
If you want to undress her
Sing a song about Sonja
When you're singing tonight
Sing a song about Sonja
When you're singing tonight


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"Sonja" as written by Lyle Pearce Lovett

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