they swear to try anything
but her resolve is oak
she don't care much for jokes
and you'll regret every speaking
catch your death of cold
admiring her fire
and you sure as hell can't win or buy her
suitors send propositions
through disembodied channels
broken hearts under flannel
she shuns their displays
the avenues are dead
but they still try
you sure as hell can't turn her head
Would you believe she's got eyes for me