My baby and I are going out tonight she wants to blow a little steam.
Cowboy shirt is starched so nicely, wrangler jeans with laser seams.
I love this woman; we plan to marry if I get my head on strait.
I better get my act together; the ice is thin, it just might break
Our favorite dance hall where we met several years ago,
a time recalled where she was fancied with my charm and glow.
The charm has faded, it’s all my fault, I took for granted what she meant.
The spit cup that she thought was whisky didn’t help me- not a bit.
I wrap one arm around her waist- when I thought her stomach settled,