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 nature
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