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Show 1% Closing Time I been to the bar, danced the girls around, sure, real cowboy style, like I had a bullet up my ass, trying to hold it there. Still, I come home alone more often than not; the women are as pretty as they ever were. I just can't summon the courage to meddle with their dreams. There was that one, the little perfect blonde always in a t-shirt. When she got up to dance her nipples were hard as red candy-- there's this mystery that comes about between men and women. Don't understand, but I'm glad it still blooms when the music and the smiles strike the same note. What happened? I heard she married an oil rigger in Rock Springs. They've got a pre-fab and a new truck, talking about buying some acreage, sure sometimes he drinks and punches her out-- what's a man to do when winter shuts down the job? |