Bridget was a sweetheart, with Greek letters around
her neck on a chain
She wasn't really my type, but she was beautiful, and I'm
kinda vain
Her mind was closed like a liquor store on Sunday
she's trying to make her ex-boyfriend mad
It's kinda of a rebound, that's OK
She's married with a kid on the way
And I'm glad I didn't stand in the way of a good thing
Shelly was a stripper, a damn good mechanic and a
friend
She used to pick me up in her 64 and take me places I'd never been
She drank vodka on the rocks with a tall glass,
chased with cocaine and her teenage girlfriends
I couldn't phase her, that's OK now she livin
