I want a girl with a mind like a diamond...

I want a girl who knows what’s best.
Everybody sing!

Naw. My girl has shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes.

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who is fast and thorough and sharp as a tack

At City Bank we will meet accidently.
We’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen.

“Sharp and pure” I was thinking. I didn’t realise it was a song.

She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair

She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnng jacket…

This post is a horn solo.


Well, that’s better than what I thought - “the hardest substance on earth?” :smiley:

Outrageously inflated, exploiting and bloodying the poor masses?

…now…back to your regularly scheduled programming…

(does the one legged running man while singing)

"nah nah nah nah NAH nah,

nah nah nah nah NAAAAAAAH nah…"

I want a girl with the smooth liquidation

I want a girl with good dividends

With fingernails that shine like JUSTICE…

(they’re coming to town with STP! Gotta win me some ticklets…)

And this one is a Vibra Slap.

And a voice that is dark like tinted glass.
She is fast, thorough and sharp as a tack.

thinking it’s a little hard to follow this song with the lyrics all out of order

You want at girl with a mine, like a diamond?


…who uses a machete
to cut through red tape…
…she’s changing her name
from Kitty to Karen…
oh baby.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time

:: thump, thump::

The CD player is on the fritz again.

Engines pumping and thumping in time, the green light flashes the flags go up, churning and burning they yearn for the cup.

They deftly manuver and muscle for rank…

OK, I can switch…

Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.

Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns; their prowess is potent and secretly stern.

As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town