It's so hard meeting girls I respect
In all these awful places
I'm never home for more than a week
The only people I see are either
Down on their luck, drunken girls at the pub
Or the skanky, almost hooker types that dance at the club
Why do I get dressed up to walk around saying
What the fuck? What the fuck?
At the end of the day
It matters more what you do
Than what you say, say
I wish I knew some girls
That aspired to be more than famous whores
As long as I'm on tour
I'll boldly go where every man has been before
A blond in a short skirt
No bra and a thong
She can be fun to make eyes at
But not bring home to your mom
I want a girl that can talk
I want a girl that can think
Not someone I'm ashamed
Of every time that they speak
I want a girl that takes pride
In the strength of her mind
And even more so if the sentiment
Can be justified
At the end of the day
It matters more what you do
Than what you say, say
I wish I knew some girls
That aspired to be more than famous whores
As long as I'm on tour
I'll boldly go where every man has been before
I wish I knew some girls
That aspired to be more than famous whores
As long as I'm on tour
It's any port in the storm

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