歌词
Well you're a young cowpoke in the Lord's corral
And there ain't nothing to stop you now
But you rolled around like a squeaky wheel
Till she bit the spurs right off your heel
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She was fine till you made her mean
She couldn't fit in your two-toned dream
All you do is beg and plead
You ask for water but she gave you gasoline
Say please
Say please
Say please
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You got your name written on your shirt
It's Mr. Look-At-Me-I'm Hurt
You better drop that sorry scheme,
Close your eyes and get down on your knees
Say please
Say please
Say please