I took out my old buck knife and pressed it beneath her eye, And I turned her on her hands to see that She understands I'm not to be taken lightly. I said, " Please don't mind my saying, Ma'am, but you have lovely eyes tonight." I sat back to let her stand. She stood on her own then ran through the woods up to my truck. I could hear as she got in, As she let my truck door slam, and she screamed as she could do, " You gonna come, or ain't you?!"