Struck

Told her I could rope the moon She said go hail a cab But my truck is parked in back Are you down with that Throttling between those lines Her foxy turns my neck I want to brake but keep going Keep the mind in check Moving up to break that stride The end is what we bet Something possibly rolls along Better to never forget Looking ahead and she is there I might get in a wreck Cannot keep my mind off of her A sort of love lunatic With many others my soul waits My heart placing a bet Will it or does it never exist She could just say yes