Flo
Gotta problem and nowhere to go.
Take a trip across the tracks and see old
Flo.
She's not pretty and the only thing small
about her is her feet.
But she's the best friend to every man she does meet.
If Mable aint able.
And your to drunk to get out from under
the table.
The hotel isnt a option when ya dont got
no money to blow.
Just knock three times and say hello to Flo.
Treat her good and treat her right.
And ya know Flo just might let ya
spend the night.
Just drink up and take two asprin for
your head.
Cause you know at Flo's theres only
one bed.
In the morning you best hit the road
befor it turns bright.
Cause with a big woman who hasnt eat
she just might bite.
And as you appear beaten your friends must surely ask what some
already know.
That your in for a ruff night when ya spend it
with Flo.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
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