Fantasy Meets Reality

She comes home wearin' that leopard dress. And it hits the floor before

I can catch my breath. She says, "Come here," and my mind starts

racin'. Eyes and hands and hearts all chasin'. She's got that

angel face Heaven-sent kind of beauty. Independent queen with her own company. She don't need

my money, just the man I am. And somehow she loves this rustic

mountain man. She speaks her truth and listens close. To every dream

and plan I hold. Always lookin' for ways to grow. Never pointin' fingers,

just, "Baby, what can we fix, though?"