John T. Wurzer - Treat Me Nice Lyrics

I got a job it ain't going nowhere
I gotta head full of ice-cold grey hair
I gotta house in the middle of paradise
All that I'm asking is honey won't you treat me nice

I know squeeze in Little Rock,
She's quite a tease and she grabs my clock
And she shows me it's time for her to give me some advice
I gotta breath, oh honey won't you treat me nice

I know a dancer in New York City
A sweet romancer who exposes her witty
Sense of humor when she whispers, I'm with Vice
I'm caught in a trance here, honey won't you treat me nice

A sweetheart centered in South Carolina
Wants me to enter her in a line of
Women with whom I might dodge wedding rice
Come into my room, honey won't you treat me nice

Desiree Pike from East Nantucket
Said she saw what she liked and wanted to truck it
Up to Alaska so she could drive it across some ice
I gotta ask ya, honey won't you treat me nice

If you ever go to Niagara Falls
Sweet Katie Snow will grab your calls
When you don't want to answer the phone but she charges a hefty price
Don't leave me alone, oh honey won't you treat me nice

In the Dallas/Fort Worth metro-plex
It's just teaming with women who want to have Texas
Be its own country, but that's something that it can't try twice
Come to me one time, oh honey won't you treat me nice