She holds all the cards.
Texas winding roads.
Lightening bolt, out of the blue.
She seeks a smoke.
She stoops and takes a piss
Looking me in the eyes
With glee
On the side of a Texas road.
Drops ashes,
Pulls up her pants
And spits.
She holds all the cards.
Licks her lips
Gets in the passenger seat
And says, "Drive."
As I drive
She reaches over
And unzips my pants.
The highway patrolman passing by
Has no idea.
She is a Texas girl.
A Texas woman.
And she will never be mine.
She holds all the cards
She will never be mine.
As I turn my cards over,
I realize,
I am beaten, big time,
From the start.
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