Yeah, I swore off of love, I swore off of women,
Devoted my life to hunting and fishing.
I'd never be anybody else's love-sick fool,
It ain't cool.
I spent all my spare time fixin' up,
That old rusted-up pickup truck,
In no time at all I'd have it looking like brand new.
Then you:
CHORUS:
Flipped the switch on my dome of logic,
Played my piano like Liberace,
I let down my guard,
And my heart was good as gone,
So long.
Yeah, you cranked my tractor,
You flicked my Bic,
Woman, you tripped the trigger on my thing-a-ma-jig.
Can't explain how you done it,
But honey, you turn me on.
Wow! Hot!
Yeah, love did all the taking,
I done all the giving,
I threw up my hands said,
"The heck with it."
I shut down my heart,
Locked it up and pulled the fuse,
Before it blew.
All my emotions were disconnected,
No sign of a spark could be detected,
I had nobody,
So I had nothing to lose.
Then you:
CHORUS
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