Hey Single Girl!

You see me. You see I am hot. "Jump on me."

As in, grab me before another girl does.

When I walk down the street--and walk isn't the right word...

"'Cause I saddle up my pack

And I bound into the city

I make a lot of noise

'Cause the girls they are so pretty

Hiking up and down M steet

I'm a young stud, the real McCoy

And the girls say

Save a horse, ride a Congressman

And you say

Save a horse, ride a Congressman"

-(almost) Big and Rich's "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy"

That's how I feel marching around D.C. The "cock of the walk." You know immediately by looking I am the best boy.

Why don't you say something?

Unlike other boys I am not looking for the most "magazine hot" girl. I am looking for the bravest, boldest, "I want you, you're mine!" girl out there.

I want you to stop me on the street and drag me home by my belt. That kind of girl. Who won't take "no" for an answer. 

Not that I'd say no. If you demand me you shall have me.

I walked past a huge line of nothing but sexy girls in Georgetown yesterday. Like 150, waiting for some boutique to open. 

Muslims blow themselves up for that kind of party. (note: Not virgin hunting. Sexoholic hunting.)

The ones facing my direction were all looking at me. And they had the same thought I had looking at them. "Yum."

So single girl, you are reading this and all you gotta do is say "hey."