Us girls all know this feeling -- whether or not we succumb is another matter.
I Feel A Sin Coming On
Uh Oh, there's a sure 'nough heartbreak
Flaunting cowboy custom like a charm
Tipping his hat in invitation
As I haplessly glance toward him.
Fight it! Who needs the bother
I tweak hair around my face
Like a blinder to my wayfaring eyes.
My pulse pounds to the jingle of his spurs.
Stay cool! He's walking toward me
With that gait of coyote grace
I feign disinterest as my talisman,
Twitchy in my armor of Wranglers and boots.
Uh Oh! The padlock's not clasped yet
On my strongbox of emotion
As he bends like tall grass toward me,
And holds out his hand in a plea.
Too late! He sees fascination
These eyes! They're my undoing!
Sensation buzzes like a powerline,
As I take his arm and rise to greet him.
I feel a sin coming on.