Low Lisa, always lies
Drab diva with a tongue-tied mind
But so sweet when her eyes are alive
I oughta tell her how much she means

Low Lisa, men's two X shirt
Red sleeves and hands thick with dirt
She'll be laughing in a leather skirt
I oughta tell her how much she means

All she wanted to be
All she wanted to see
All they want her to be
All they want to do

Low Lisa in a lonely spot
Racing time with a mind distraught
Lord knows that she's got to stop
I wanna tell her how much she means

All she wanted to be
All she wanted to see
All they want her to be
All they want to do

I wanna tell her that a winner ain't no joke
That something she's been thinking that instead she's gotta know
But she keeps on speaking, her luck starts sinking low,nowhere to go
I wanna tell her

Copyright: KOBALT MUSIC PUBLISHING LIMITED,
Writer(s): CLAY GOEM FRANKEL, COLIN JOHN CROOM, JACK BRENDAN DOLAN, JACK HENRY CADIEN LAKE JAMES, MURPHY CONNOR BRODNER