Here we go   She's on a hidden tableau   Just a 2 for 1 and the 2 for 1   Is right down my alley side   I'm just a wasted behind      Don't you know   It's an easy thing   When it's lost   Doesn't show when      The ends are frayed   And it's tossed out   Lined with silver thread   I've seen your wasted behind      She's so lackadaisical   Should have been   A west coast bride   Back seat on electric glide      Pilots flying, drive by fades   Don't hold your breath too long   This tunnel is a Texas mile   Callow teasing yellow eyes   Bleacher dates the second prize      Cherry pickin' favorites   My dash was locked   I guess I feel fine   The way the river bends   The woman's bending over me      Ba-da-da-da ba-da-da-da   (Texas, Texas, Texas, Texas)