I swore off women
Devoted my life to huntin' and fishin'
I'd never be anyone else's lovesick fool
It ain't cool
I spend all my spare time
Fixin' up
That old rusted up pick-up truck
In no time at all
I'd have it lookin' like brand new
Then you
Flipped the switch on my dumaflachi
Played my piano like Liberace
I let down my guard
And my heart was as good as gone
So long
Yeah ya cranked my tractor
Ya flicked my Bic
...you trip my trigger on my thing-a-ma-jig
Can't explain how ya done it
But honey you turn me on
Yeah look at all the takin'
I done all the givin'
I threw up my hands, said
The heck with it
I shut down my heart
Locked it up and pulled the fuse
Before it blew
All my emotions were disconnected
No sign of a spark
Could be detected
I had nobody
So I had nothing to lose
Then you---
Flipped the switch on my dumaflachi
Played my piano like Liberace
I let down my guard
And my heart was as good as gone
So long
Yeah ya cranked my tractor
Ya flicked my Bic
...you trip my trigger on my thing-a-ma-jig
Can't explain how ya done it
But honey you turn me on
Yeah ya crank my tractor
Ya flick my Bic
Woman you trip the trigger on my thing-a-ma-jig
Can't explain how you done it
But honey you turn me on---
I can't handle that baby
You better slow down
Thanks, Tim. I won't tell Faith. ;)
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