Sir Lyle Lovett:
The sisters at the borderline,
They’re holding out their hands.
They’re begging me for something, Lord,
Oh, but I don’t understand,
I don’t understand.
And so it’s adios to Alvero,
Tell him to stay between the lines,
And if he sees that Gabriella girl,
Tell her I’ll look her up next time,
Say I’ll look her up next time.