Stop On A Dime
Stop On A Dime
Well once I got involved with this Odessa High School senior drop-dead knockout
I was twenty five and playing bars and making sure my tab ate up my pay
Her wealthy parents labeled me some cradle-robbing punk who had no future
But they were real mistaken as to who was really leading who astray
The only thing that she excelled in was her sex appeal but it was major
And female beauty is the one commodity that Texas values most
And she just fairly dripped it out of every pretty pore on that blonde body
She could get you hot just staring at you, if she started smiling you were toast
Oh nothing makes more for one hell of a time
Than knowing that the whole thing can stop on a dime
I knew deep down from day one that I didn’t have the where-with-all to cut it
The maintenance on that kind of Ferrari’d leave a banker in the red
And she was as reliable as betting on the path of a tornado
And if you counted on her, it added up to rocks inside your head
But man it was intense, it was red hot, it was white hot, it was too hot
And I got real addicted to that stomach-crunching rollercoaster rush
I came to realize that some psychotic bungee-jumping fool inside me
Had started getting off on my heart being nearly murdered by the crush
Nothing makes more for one hell of a time
Than knowing that the whole thing can stop on a dime
Well sure enough one day she ran off with this high-rolling pot-smoking yachtsman
It killed me but resiliency has always been my strongest suit
These days if I encounter some sweet thing who I can tell will give me trouble
I just get my nerve jacked up and then I skydive off the cliff and trust my chute
‘Cause nothing makes more for one hell of a time
Than knowing that the whole thing can stop on a dime