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.