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