Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavour,
She's 17 but I done went an plum forgot it

No tears are gone they're pooling on the table,
No tears are gone they're leaving their mark behind

So far so good she's absolutely wasted,
She's hanging up and changing her story around

I just don't know where leading [bad word] from,
I just don't know where they can be found

She's opened up just like she really knows me,
I hate her face, but enjoy [bad word] 
I'll take you home, or back to Oklahoma,
You're not so nice, but  sells so cheap

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers,
Are you too good to tango with the poor boys