The Bird Don'T Mean You'Re Number One

So you woke up face down on the street And you don't know the time or day of the week And want me to serve you a hair of the dog To steady your nerves and clear out the fog.  If the last thing you remember from the night before Is the bird she that she flipped as she walked through the door And she wasn't suggesting you was her number one You got a whole lot of crawling ahead of you son.  Now I ain't no expert on God's  fairer sex You can check, here's the number you can go call my ex But you musta done something to make the girl sad Cos the bird is reserved for the baddest of bad  You better pick up the phone and hitch up your jeans And beg her forgiveness for being so mean Some flowers wouldn't hurt, even throw in a nice dinner Cos from where I was standing she looked like a winner.