She's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel
Coming from the bar in a plastic tie
He's gonna swing from the tree of life
He's gonna try and sell you on a great big lie
But when you speak to her, her eyes light up
The music spills right into your cup
The minstrels play and the waitress brings ice
There are pies on a carousel, have a slice
But watch out, she ain't no good for you
He's gonna spin like the tractor pull
She'll sit back when he tells his tale
He's gonna yell when he drinks his beer,
She'll sit back...
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