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She's gotta body like a hundred dollar bill
Soft as satin, smooth as silk
And to top all that, she's got a heart to match

I could do a lot worse I know
I'd be a damn fool to let her go
Shouldn't be a doubt
Still here I am

Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence
Trying to play it cool, trying to talk some sense
Into this crazy heart, looking for a sign
Do I let her go or do I make her mine
While there's still a chance
Sitting on a stool, sitting' on the fence

Guess I should probably settle up and head for the door
Maybe I'll just stay and have one more
To calm my nerves
One more can't hurt

Truth is I don't know what she sees in me
She says, I'm all she'll ever want or need
On Gond's green earth, but one more can't hurt

Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence
Trying to play it cool, trying to talk some sense
Into this crazy heart, looking for a sign
Do I let her go or do I make her mine
While there's still a chance
Sitting on a stool, sitting' on the fence

Do I run to her and tell her she's the one
Or do I do just like I've always done

Sitting on a stool, sitting' on the fence
Trying to play it cool, trying to talk some sense
Into this crazy, mixed-up heart of mine
Do I let her go or do I make her mine
While there's still a chance
Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence
Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence

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