Blondes (Have More Fun)

Is it a matter of opinion Or just a contradiction But from where I come from All the blondes have more fun Well, just watch them sisters on a Saturday night Peroxide causin' all the fights, oh, yeah, ah, yeah I took a rose in Texas She gimme plenty of practice But I couldn't touch the surface 'Cause of recent facelift She had no idea what love's about 'Cept the one o'clock call on the casting couch, oh, yeah, ah, yeah Sissy from New York Was on the cover of New Vogue I ain't supposed to be available So completely untouchable I got a limousine and bodyguard and chaperone But God knows Rodder just needs to ball, oh, yeah, ooh, yeah You can keep your black and your redheads You can keep your brunettes too I want a girl that's semi intelligent Gimme a blonde that's six feet two, boy And that ain't all, yeah Yeah I make you explore I had a crush on Bardot Fell in love with Monroe Read about 'em in the nationals All the juicy little scandals But I never saw 'em dancin' at the county hall With the short fat guy's prematurely bald, oh, no, no, no, no, no Dig this You can keep your black and your redheads You can keep your brunettes too Don't want a subservient woman Gimme a blonde that's six feet two, boy And that ain't all, ah yeah Put the beat Oh Ahh, yeah