Numbers Song Lyrics

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
She had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a scale of one to ten, I'd give her a nine

Now on my scale there ain't no ten's, you know
Nine is about as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for brains and good judgement, I'd give her a three

I said, "Hey sweet thing, you look like a possible eight
You and me could make eighteen, if your head's on straight
Well she looked up and down my perfect frame
And she said these words that burned in my perfect brain

She said, "Well, another one of those macho-matician men