Blues Traveler - Weird Chick Lyrics
Check her checking out the local eastside dojosLooking for somebody to call her ownWatch her shake that thing between the solosFor some drinks, some attention and possibly a homeNot the big brass ring, but a little gold oneThat she keeps on a chain that she usually likes to wearOne way or another shell see to itWhen shes running her fingers all the way through your hairYou know youre a weird chickIts time that you found outYou know youre a weird chickWhat its all aboutYou know youre a weird chickIts time that you did learnYou know youre a weird chickThis one youre gonna earnYou know youre a weird chickIts time that you found outYou know youre a weird chickWhat its all aboutYou know youre a weird chickIts time that you did learnYou know youre a weird chickThis one youre gonna earn