Lyrics

She can kill with her picks
But she spoons with her thighs
She can make Tony blush with her casual sighs
And she only picks one game, so that’s what you see
I’ll hide her from my child
But I hear she’s a goddess to see.

She will tell who she loves
‘Tween the Colts and the Eagles
With a giggle and laugh
She makes the orange man feeble
Tony takes what she gives him as long as it’s free
Yeah, her record’s OK
But I hear she’s a goddess on screen.

Oh, she takes care of herself
She makes the picks when she wants
With reasons sublime
Oh, and she always gives out (ahem)
The…er…best Vegas spread
So we can make up our mind.

She’ll call into the show
With a crappy connection
While all the men listen
And hide their (*beep*)
We don’t hear all the best
And the worst that she sees
And the most she will do is
Pick winners for you
But she’s only the goddess to me

Fingers crossed this EVER makes it to air ;-)