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She was cool, she was hot,

she was smokin' a lot

at the end of the bar

She had more than one too many buttons undone

on that blouse she wore

Starin' too long at her lost in that Skynyrd song

Was his first mistake

And when she shot him that, "Boy you dont want none of this" look

It was way too late

När Mattias och jag sjunger allsång, då gör vi det allra helst till den här. En fin liten visa om en gatflicka. Signerad Gary Allan. Ljuvliga Gary (som även har gjort Songs about rain - som alltid finns på min lista över världens bästa låtar).
Och vår favoritdel är;

He said, "Baby, I'll take care of you,

can't stand the thought

of sharin' you, with them other guys.

She laughed and said,

"Well, maybe you shouldn't call me no more then baby."

And he didn't.

That first night.

Och i sann countryanda blir han skjuten i slutet. Det hela är mycket tragisk. Och allt på grund av olycklig kärlek.
Sorgliga, dramatiska och svårmodiga saker är alltid bäst, är det inte så?

She's in his blood,

he cant explain the rush

when he gets with her

Might be the death of him,

but he's addicted, man

He can't quit her