I took out my old buck knife
And pressed it beneath her eye
And I turned her on her hands
To see that she understands
I'm not to be taken lightly
I said, "Please don't mind my saying, Ma'am
But you have lovely eyes tonight."
I sat back to let her stand
She stood on her own, then ran
Through the woods up to my truck
I could hear as she got in
As she let my truck door slam
And she screamed as she could do
"You gonna come, or ain't you?"