Bonanza Jellybean
Lone-star,
drippy silhouette girl
Let me hold you
Let me hold you
Lone-star,
dusty cinnamon curls
Let me hold you
In the palm of my hand
Now, strike up the band
'cause they're playing your tune
like a honky-tonkin'-sexed-up
rhythm and blues
And I can hear that snap
of a lonesome heart breaking in two,
when we could be taking our picture
in an automatic photo booth