An Affair of the Heart

When it comes to matters concerning the heart

My head doesn't seem to be very smart

I never look before I leap

The wrong way down a one-way street

It seems I've really got a knack for picking Mr. Wrong

I'll find the asshole in the crowd

It doesn't take me long

He's the hot shot in the cowboy hat

The one with snakeskin boots

Or the biker in the leather jacket

He looks kind of cute

The asshole with the attitude, that's the guy I like

He can have my gratitude, if he'll get me through the night

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