She's Touching Me

I was sitting at the bar

She came in hard and heavy

Made the bar shake

Just like a swollen levy

She twisted and shook

Makin' the bar stool crook

I was two

feet away

When her hips began to sway

They spread wide and far

Her fat ass is touching me

I can't believe she needs

That much space to be

(yeah, that much space)

I'm a little man

Minding my own place

But she is big and wide

Taking up a lot of space

I could feel the rumble

As she waddled up to the stool

She tried to squeeze between I thought she needed a wedging tool

Before her ass arrived

I was lookin' to rock

It's happy hour at my favorite bar It's three o'clock (yeah,

happy hour)

They spread wide and far

Her fat ass is touching me

I can't believe she needs

That much space to be

(sure

is true)

I shifted my seat

Closer to the man next to me

She shuffled and tufted

Like a bird wigglin' in

I moved a little more to give way Her hips followed and

now I'm here to stay

They spread wide and far

Her fat ass is touching me

I can't believe she needs

That much space to be

(ooh, Lord)

I'm here to stay Yeah,

I'm here to stay (hmm,

yes I am)