And she's dancing with me tonight, I am happy, 
As I tread on her feet tonight, I am happy. 
And the wicked spell of the alcohol has closed up my mind 
and opened my wounds, 
But the glorious art of the prettiest girl that god ever 
made has healed them back up. 
1500 men couldn't build a monument to her beauty, to her 
nature, 
destroyed cowboy has fallen for her. 
And if her hand touched my face tonight then I'm blessed, 
And if I had to decide between life without her and 
death, no contest. 
And the wicked thoughts of my poisonous mind have been 
cured for tonight everything is alright, 
And my heart is cocooned in a paper thin shell that she 
cradles in her arms.