Convertible Kind

I’m looking for a girl named diamond in the rough

some little thing who thinks that sugar ain’t enough

takes a spoonful of salt with her bread

calls me on over to polish off her edge

oh where can she be

and when will she come to me

I’m looking for a girl named gimme champagne

she’s satisfied to sate her thirst on a little bit of rain

she don’t need a dozen sips

that girl just needs to wet her lips

oh where can she be

and when will she come to me

I don’t care what walk she walks

I don’t care what talk she talks

as long as she lets me know

when I’m named boyfriend on her block

I’m looking for a girl named angel in the snow

she shivers when she’s bad when she’s shining down below

and that heavenly music begins

when she spreads her heavenly wings

oh where can she be

and when will she come to me

I’m looking for a little girl you know the convertible kind

she puts her top down make it summer anytime

you feel that cool breeze go by

we’re speeding up to cross over state lines

oh where can she be

and when will she come to me

Waiting on Your Love