Tiger Woods

She's my super freak Seven days a week She's so perfect to me I wouldn't change a piece We float like samurai The crouching tiger type We pray that tiger would Just do what tiger should Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn Looks like we're in love again I guess we've got to squeeze I guess we've got to squeeze Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn Looks like we're flat broke again I guess we've got to squeeze I guess we've got to squeeze She said she liked my style My trousers from Milan She paints her fingernails Pretty like Cadillacs She said I know you're dreaming of me 'Cause when I'm gone, all you do is cry Boo-hoo, hoo, boo-hoo, hoo Hush now, please don't cry It's OK, you don't have to worry Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn Looks like we're in love again I guess we've got to squeeze I guess we've got to squeeze Oh, good Lord, oh, goddamn Looks like we're flat broke again I guess we've got to squeeze I guess we've got to squeeze, ah