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She rides with a pint of gin and a gun on her hip You can't trust a wily grin that's shaping her lips She took me for a one-night spin and I lost my grip She left me with a taste of sin on an empty clip I met her in a barroom brawl defending her nest She hit me, I refused to fall, I must have impressed Smudged upon a napkin scrawl, from buried deep in her breast She offered me a place to call, the numbers a mess At her worst, in spades, she could bury any fella Upon a throne of wounded hearts she sits No, she's no diamond Cinderella So grab your club we'll find the boot that fits. I folded and begged her to stay to keep tasting the pain She smiled and put her spurs away, it made me insane Trying one more kiss for the road was a bad bet She met it with a blade to my throat leaned in and said... At my best, in spades, I could bury any fella Upon my throne of wounded hearts, I skip No, I'm not your diamond Cinderella Forget your club you'll get your cut with this