Tabitha

I knew all about her before we met
Because she was dirt on everybody’s tongue
She was blonde and blue and Corvette curved
Just divorced and on the side of young
But I ignored the red flags from my gun-shy gut
To stay the hell and a word from her
When she gunned me down from across the room
And blew the smoke from her index finger

Tabitha
Tabitha
I’ve never known a woman quite like you

Tabitha
Tabitha
I think I might be in love with you

Then one night we went Salsa dancing
And I found out we were more than friends
When she pushed the heat of her ready hips
And topless eyes for an all-night-stand
And with smoke and a drink in her right hand
She Frenched me with her Cuervo-Marlboro mouth
And we wound up heavy at her double-wide
While a 12-penny rain beat down

Tabitha
Tabitha
I’ve never known a woman quite like you

Tabitha
Tabitha
I think I might be in love with you

Oh!

Her TV was on but silent when she jabbed me in the ribs and tossed me a fifty
And said to get dressed because the cab she called was waiting outside for me
And she led me to the door without a light or a word
Watched me walk the ice to her out at the curb
With my shoes and belt in my hands cast from Eden hands

Well, she ghosted me for most of March
But foxed me out for PT’s amateur night
And she showed up late Fireball wasted
And shook the stage to Warrant’s ‘Cherry Pie’
And she left it with a wad of ones in her thong
And hit the bar with a well-dressed man
I was so done I spit nails all week
Knowing well I’d try her again

But we both knew I’d try you again
But I knew I’d have to try you again

Tabitha
Tabitha
I’ve never known a woman quite like you

Tabitha
Tabitha
I think I might be in love with you

I think I might be in love with you

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