Well you're a young cowpoke in the Lord's corralAnd there ain't nothing to stop you nowBut you rolled around like a squeaky wheelTill she bit the spurs right off your heelShe was fine till you made her meanShe couldn't fit in your two-toned dreamAll you do is beg and pleadYou ask for water but she gave you gasolineSay pleaseSay pleaseSay pleaseYou got your name written on your shirtIt's Mr. Look-At-Me-I'm HurtYou better drop that sorry schemeClose your eyes and get down on your kneesSay pleaseSay pleaseSay please
