My Yellow Pages Girl

My Yellow Pages Girl
Is she good in bed?
I made the call at night to my yellow pages girl.
She stood at my front door,
Prepared to rock my world.
With her green eyes,
That saw through me,
And she smelled so nice.

She was in this to win it,
It stole my fuc*** breath.
I'm sorry Jack don't get attached,
'Cause love don't come from one-night stands.
She pushed me on my back,
Our drinks fell to the floor.
We fuc*** on broken glass,
Which made me beg for more.
No more hookers or no one-night stands. (one-night stands)
Bring the hookers to an all night jam. (one-night stands)
No more hookers or no one-night stands. (one-night stands)
Bring the hookers to an all night jam. (one-night stands)
She was in this to win it,
It stole my fuc*** breath.
I'm sorry jack don't get attached,
'Cause love don't come from one-night stands.
She came,
She saw.
She left the hit of the party. (the hit of the party, the hit of the party, the hit of the party)
I made the call at night to my yellow pages girl,
She stood at my front door,
Prepared to rock...
She pushed me on my back,
Our drinks fell to the floor.
We fuc*** on broken glass and it's oh so right.

Unless she's good in bed,
Then I'm the one,
Who's innocence has been taken away,
And for that I thank you.
No more hookers or no one-night stands. (one-night stands)
Bring the hookers to an all night jam. (one-night stands)
No more hookers or no one-night stands. (one-night stands)
Bring the hookers to an all night jam. (one-night stands)
No more hookers or no one-night stands. (one-night stands)
Bring the hookers to an all night jam. (one-night stands)