I was looking for a cheap car in the Sunday classifieds When an ad jumped out And hit me right between my bugged out eyes It was a twoyearold Mercedes For seven hundred bucks I couldnt make my tremblin fingers Dial that number fast enough The woman who picked up the phone Said yes its still for sale But I had about a thousand calls So you better move your tail When I drove up that long driveway With the cash there in my hands She met me at the garage in a short skirt and a tan When we took it for a test drive I couldnt believe my luck She said Ill throw in those Arnold golf clubs there in the trunk None of this was makin sense But then it dawned on me When she referred to her old man as that cheatin S.O.B It was a classic case of a woman scorned Shell make that man wish he had never been born Shes a forty something year old judge and jury Hell have no fury like revenge of a middle aged woman So she took me out to breakfast Put it on his credit card And by the time they poured the coffee She was pouring out her heart Stories of his sneakin round and sorted escapades Secretaries, waitresses, and bimbos half his age She said you know theres one thing I outta thank him for Well, he ticked me off so much I put new locks on the doors Well, I believe good wine and women get better with time And if you ask me that mans a fool Or else he must be blind Ill never know his motives Cant get inside his head But Im drivin that Mercedes And Im sleeping in his bed Well, I believe good wine and women get better with time And if you ask me that mans a fool Or else he must be blind Ill never know his motives Cant get inside his head But Im drivin that Mercedes And Im sleeping his bed Revenge of a middle aged woman [Spoken] I know I oughta feel guilty about something I just cant think of what it might be
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