Paul A. Rothchild - Build Me a Woman (Backstage & Dangerous) lyrics

Build me a woman Make her ten feet tall Don't make her ugly Don't make her small Build me a woman twelve toed Build me someone I can ball All night long Sunday trucker Christian motherf**er Sunday trucker Christian motherf**er, yeah I'm just a three-eyes boy Looking for a twelve toed girl Alright I don't know what I'm talking about And neither do you I'm just a stupid motherf**er Just like you are haha! So why don't you take that little riddle And stuff it up your a**, alright! Play the blues, yeah! This song makes me sick to my stomach, baby If it ever gets played You're all a bunch of dumb co*ks**ers, yeah alright If the music don't improve I'm going to take a trip around the world Lay it baby! Sometimes I wonder how long the blues is gonna last Cause every song sounds like the one before last And you can take those lyrics and shove 'em up your a**! I'd rather go out and lie on the gra** And think about some p**y Or some good ol' rock 'n' roll, alright! Build me a woman Make her ten feet tall Build me a woman Make her ten feet tall Don't make her ugly, baby Don't make her small Build me a woman ten feet tall Build me a woman I can ball All night long