there s a real lady in a plastic town the kind you see in day dreams but never come around eyes are blue and broad like an ocean sunset seen somethings they shouldn t probably rather forget but since we met we ll i ve known no blues so if you re weary well i could carry your bags for you i ll be carrying your precious things if you want them back well just ask hair black as coal skin so winter white her heart is made of gold sparkles in the sunlight a red rose ring is wrapped around her finger her parents named her after a famous country singer well i bring her flowers at night we ll undress in the darkness and lay side by side i kiss her and i whisper well mama i don t mind if we take our time see a heart like yours it needs a sleeveless shirt to keep it in the open it s always getting broken in it s stitched up bag but it burns bright and true that s why i m always warmer standing next to you if i could lose this fear and doubt your pretty eyes are something i would not be without and this give and take you cry and shake and i m walking out i ve been long time lonely and every setting sun i never met nobody i couldn t walk away from mhm if you re leaning on me i ll only turn and run to shoot ya from the darkness but the saddest part is my heart is a letter not sent it sits on the dresser and remains unopened i choose to hide the words inside but darlin it s just better for the both of us and my hearts collecting dust