Well, I ain't no prize but I walk with my tits out   I got my price, she caught my eyes, sir   She caught it well   She found her way and she weighed it well   She tore an ulcer the size of a mile-end   I'd take a dive but I know her well, sir   She's not her tiny self   Eye on the prize and a foot in mouth   I'm not her kind but I serve her well, sir   She caught my eye   She caught my eye, sir   She caught it well   She found her game and she played it well   Shooting at vultures 'cause angels guide them