Unrung

Well I can tell you she's a bad idea For the good it would do You got a Chevrolet as old as her Hell you bought it new (Mmm hmmm) (Nice to meet you ma'am) Well I'll be damned if she won't let you Leave her line of sight With her left hand closed on a yellow rose Dying in the neon light (Mmm hmmm) (She's something right?) There's a thousand things that I could say But I just bite my tongue And listen as the last note fades away That bell can't be unrung He's a hero of mine you know honey They don't make 'em like that no more He's a hero of mine you know honey As if he wasn't before Oh a thousand things that I could say But I just bite my tongue And listen as the last note fades away That bell can't be unrung Well I could tell you she's a bad idea For the good it would do I could tell you she's a mixed up girl Hell she's twenty-two She's hanging on every word you say Like a song yet to be sung So we listen as the last note fades away That bell can't be unrung So we listen as the last note fades away That bell can't be unrung