Well I'm five on a good day six
I got plenty of things need to fix
A bigger chest and dimples in my face
With those i could be pushin seven to eight
Guitar in my hand add a point to my score
No car slide me down to a four
Six feet with a pair of blue eyes
Brings me back up to a five
Greather than less than equal to
You're making this way to mathematical
The value of personality seems to be dead
All walkin around with numbered halo's on our heads well
