Gonna treat you like
The princess that you are
There's no accounting for taste
There's no gas in my car
Maybe i've lost my sense of fashion
But i've gained my sense of smell
Maybe the anger's dissipating
I wish everybody well
Even the people down in hell
Everybody deserves an A in this country

I need a place to stay
When I come back into town
Let's have a slumber party
I need a girl friend now
Maybe your clothes are in my dryer
And your car parked on my street
Maybe your head is filled with reasons
Why your body must retreat
Yeah you never miss a beat
Everybody deserves an A in this country