Beautiful Girls

She's got a smile to make you crumble,
Eyes to make you cry,
She's got lips that make me want to sing a song about Brigitte Bardot.
I can't find a bad thing about her,
Everything seems alright,
She's ain't got a bitchy bone in her body,
She also smells really nice.
But the man in her life that's an opposite story,
He acts like he's 12 years old.
He staggers and sweats, he stinks up the bar.
Talking only about his fancy new car.
And he's always chasing other girls,
With terrible jokes he gets their numbers.
I'd pay you $36,000 to figure out the spell he's got her under.
Tell me why
Do the beautiful girls always pick
Assholes, and losers, and dicks?
Here in this bar there's a friend of mine,
For now we will call her Darlene.
She's got the body of a supermodel,
With a little more flesh on her bones.
She's got the mind of an excellent poet,
Everything she says is profound,
But the man in Dar's life, it's like he's never had a thought,
Or even uttered an intelligent sound.
He's always out on the town,
In and out of his pants.
When he gets home,
Dar pretends not to notice,
The smell of other girls on his hands.
Tell me why
Do the beautiful girls always pick
Assholes, and losers, and dicks?
Tell me why
Do the beautiful girls always pick
Assholes, and losers, and dicks?
So now I got a plan to get me a good woman,
Satisfy my every need.
Been going at it all wrong with these sensitive songs,
And my bend-over-backwards personality.
Yeah, it's no more Mr. Nice Guy,
That'll do anything you want at all.
I'll be here at the bar just stinkin' and drinkin',
And hittin' on the waitress and the waitress's friend,
Ignoring the band,
Throwin' my bottles at the wall.
Tell me why
Do the beautiful always pick
Assholes, and losers, and dicks?
Tell me why
Do the beautiful always pick
Assholes, and losers, and dicks?
Tell me why
Do the beautiful always pick
Assholes, and losers, and dicks?
Aw, the answer my friend,
Is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.