in a town where you can sum up every girl with just one sentence   give or take the subject or the verb   she shows up like the devil said penance   won't nothin ever be clear no more      she got hired on down at the Last Chance Diner   she works all the same shifts as me   i've never been one for too much conversation   but now i choose my words so carefully      because the angle of her cheek is the math of persuasion   first time you saw the ocean she's got tucked behind her knee   she is swallowing lightning she is spittin thunder   waftin' California reekin' Tennessee   she is waftin' California and reekin' Tennessee      i wanna tell her how i feel   but each time that i start   my tongue wraps like a tether ball   six times around my heart (and i say)      hey Miss Ferguson   it's Cory from work callin to say   hey Miss Ferguson   i was wonderin' what you were doing   a little later on today   now i'm curious to see just where them 8 pounds will end up   i wanna be around to watch the Southern kick in   ain't got no purple heart, no blue ribbon   blow out them candles and i'll show you where i've been      now she comes around at midnight like a Sunday afternoon   with a purpose and a manner like a needle and a spoon   a bad thing waitin' 'round to happen like a lake of gasoline   the way that woman does me is like nothing i've ever seen      don't think i'll ever wake up on the wrong side of her bed   she brings the sun, she brings the shine   these days every time i try and start to sing some sad song   i open up my mouth and the only word that i can find is just      sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la ...      hey there Miss Ferguson, it's me