And she's dancing with me tonight, I am happy,
As I tread on her feet tonight, I am happy.
And the wicked spell of the alcohol has closed up my mind
and opened my wounds,
But the glorious art of the prettiest girl that god ever
made has healed them back up.
1500 men couldn't build a monument to her beauty, to her
20,000 men will slit their wrists over her and this
destroyed cowboy has fallen for her.
And if her hand touched my face tonight then I'm blessed,
And if I had to decide between life without her and
death, no contest.
And the wicked thoughts of my poisonous mind have been
cured for tonight everything is alright,
And my heart is cocooned in a paper thin shell that she
cradles in her arms.