Freudian Slip

Well, she was walking toward me in a tight red dress
 Looking like she just won a beauty contest
 I wanted so bad to make a good impression
 Using all the powers of articulate expression
 Then all the blood rushed out of my head
 And I can't be held responsible for what I said
 'Cause what I meant to say was... "I'd be honored to
 reveal to you some aspects of our fair metropolis that
 a lady of your obvious sophistication might find
 extremely stimulating."
 What slipped out was... "(blabbering) Wanna see my pet
 frog?"
 CHORUS: Freudian slip (a slip of the tongue)
 My brain does a flip (and I come undone)
 My tongue starts to trip (all over my words)
 And they come out of my lips (like something you never
 heard)
 In my desperate attempts to be cool
 I try to be hip, and I'm a blabbering fool
 What I mean to say is poetic
 But what comes out is just pathetic
 (blabbering)
 No time for regrets -- hey, what are you gonna do
 'Cause the very next day I had a job interview
 But then came the shocker and I don't mean maybe
 The personnel director was the very same lady
 I thought, here's my chance to turn it all around
 I'll dazzle her by saying something profound
 And what I meant to say was... "I'm quite confident
 that I have the educational qualifications and the
 inherent sensitivity to become an indispensible asset
 to your establishment."
 What slipped out was... "(blabbering) Would you sign
 my arm?"
 (REPEAT CHORUS TWICE)