Told her I could rope the moon
She said go hail a cab
But my truck is parked in back
Are you down with that
Throttling between those lines
Her foxy turns my neck
I want to brake but keep going
Keep the mind in check
Moving up to break that stride
The end is what we bet
Something possibly rolls along
Better to never forget
Looking ahead and she is there
I might get in a wreck
Cannot keep my mind off of her
A sort of love lunatic
With many others my soul waits
My heart placing a bet
Will it or does it never exist
She could just say yes