Love is like a poker game
Mixed with a rodeo
My horses are never tame
And my hands are no good
My main girl slaps me around
With a diamond ring
Some guy on the merry go round
Said beware of green
Whatever you have to do
To woo me
I Blue Clue'd blues
'Til I realized it was you
So
Butter up your bacon
Take it to the train station
I've got sweat stains and rain
Running down my face
Call in sick
We're taking a trip
Renting bareback broncos
Dressed to the nines
Whatever you have to do
To woo me
I Blue Clue'd blues
'Til I realized it was you
So
Whatever did you have to do
To do me like this?
You scrambled my brain
And ambled my heart again
So