Destroyed cowboy

And she's dancing with me tonight, I am happy,
As I tread on her feet tonight, I am happy.
And the wicked spell of the alcohol
has closed up my mind and opened my wounds,
But the glorious art of the prettiest girl
that god ever made has healed them back up.
1500 men couldn't build a monument
to her beauty, to her nature,
20,000 men will slit their wrists over her
and this destroyed cowboy has fallen for her.
And if her hand touched my face tonight
then I'm blessed,
And if I had to decide between life without her
and death, no contest.
And the wicked thoughts of my poisonous mind
have been cured for tonight everything is alright,
And my heart is cocooned in a paper thin shell
that she cradles in her arms.