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I like your twisted point of view,
I your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty what you like
It's only to tell you now
I see that pucker forming
But maybe you should plug it with a beer,

was a rodeo
Mama was a band
I play guitar and rope a steer
Before I learned to
Home was anywhere with gas
was a trucker's hand
Never stuck long enough
For a one stand
Before you kiss me you should
was a rodeo

The light off the mirror ball
like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I be here at all
You know, every minute someone

What are we doing in this bar?
How can you live in a place this?
Why don't you just get my car
And I'll take you away, I'll that kiss now, but

(Boy) was a rodeo . . .

And now 55 years later
We've had the romance of the
After all these years wrestling
I still like crying when I think of what you said to me

Papa was a . . .

you kiss me you should know
Papa was a
What a coincidence, your Papa was a too