Letras
She's got me tied down with shackles and bows.
Held back with what she says I don't know.
Too tempting to stay to be tempted to go.
She's got a cute little heart but a big ol' fist.
And when she's away, she's almost always missed.
She's my hootenannie gal and my good girl, I guess.
She's my all that and so much more.
And when she rains, I pour.
When she's upset, the sun don't shine.
A cloud of darkness, but at least it's all mine.
She's how I spend my money and my time.
And when she rains, I pour.
She likes to play and tease; it's her disease.
She is the queen bee, or so she tells me.
So I hold my glass tight, like I hold her.
And head into the next storm undeterred.
Excuse me, bartender, can I have a word?
And when she rains, I pour.