Here you come with your big blue eyes, sand blonde hair, and wranglers.
I tell myself to ignore you, but it’s too late.
By the time I get to the second word, you already have me on the dance floor.
Why am I so wrapped up in you?

I want to let you go because I know that sooner or later you’ll break my heart
like you’ve done a dozen times before.
I know you’ll go running back home into her arms
as soon as you two have cooled off from whatever you’re fighting about this time.
I guess that sooner or later I’ll learn that you’ll never be completely mine.