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 backup.
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 forher. 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 everythingis alright,
And my heart is cocooned in a paper thin shell that she cradles
in her arms.