One day there was a lady who came late in the night. The candy that she gave me gave such pure delight. To tell her that I love her wouldn’t feel just right. What I would rather see is for her to win a fight. Because a woman who can swing, no matter left or right, has a better chance to make a story worth a write. Cristi Cristi say you missed me oh how i wish you had just kissed me yeah if you asked I'd let you fist me so wont you say you wont black list me I’d train with her each every fighting style and way, from kung fu to karate, ballroom dancing and ballet. I’d let her drive me crazy, let her go all the way. She makes my mind get hazy with the games we play. I’ll make sure she stays happy with a thriving wage and make her a living legend with words penned on a page. I’d even let her lock my little gun up in a cage. I sure bet she would slap me if I put her in a rage. Cristi Cristi say you missed me oh how i wish you had just kissed me yeah if you asked I'd let you fist me so wont you say you wont black list me She’s hotter than hell’s fire with a heart still pure as gold. But if you disrespect her, your ass she sure would scold. If you need some danger, she’s a stick-up girl. Handy in a gunfight — one fast shooter with a twirl. Yeah you know you better treat her nice or else shell freeze you cold as ice quick with a joke yeah shell crack you up she wont just hit you but shell hit you hard I'll let her take my credit card planting trees to slow things down then hit the gas to speed through town she can always take my frown pick me up and flip it round I just cant wait for Cristi Mass Santa can I lick her ass Cristi Cristi say you missed me oh how i wish you had just kissed me yeah if you asked I'd let you fist me so wont you say you wont black list me
