Your alone, at a cowboy dance.
Looking for maybe, a little romance.
Well a dream, just walked in with your friend.
Your world and time stopped right there and then.
Wrangler jeans, dainty Tony Lama boots and long flowing golden hair.
You think, her hair is the color of my palomino mare.
Your friend brings her over, I'd like you to meet.
You jump up like a fool, knocking over your seat.
Your mind is screaming, to find some intelligent word.
I loved you before I met you, think I always have.
Then you hear yourself blurt, as you stand rooted there.
Howdy ma'am, you remind me of my horse, with all that golden hair.
Then it strikes home, what you just said.
You wish you were anywhere else, maybe just dead.
She smiles sweetly and asks, your horse has golden hair?
Your mouth just has to open one more time.
Well yes ma'am, you look like my palomino mare.
Time for major face burn, Tomorrow tongue removal.
At the very least, have the vet sew mouth shut.
Then you hear music to your ears, she says I like horses too.
Your sweet to compare me to your horse, my horses name is Blue.
Then you find your senses, and manage to say as your head seems to clear.
Very nice to meet you tonight, do you live anywhere near.