I am a nerd, so I suspect you would think I am going to say, "I guess committments and broken promises to yet another fine young man are inconsequential to you people if it doesn't serve your agenda." No, not me. For I, Mr. Truth, will only inform the public of important items. I could say inane blatherings like: "Forget the players and kids they don't matter, make fun of them, the former Hall of Fame coach or anyone else that doesn't fit your mold up there." But that would be petty, mean-spirited, moronic, and I have already said all of that. I will instead simply welcome Mr. Conway Twitty:
She tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes she wore
but I knew she'd never been inside a bar before
and I felt like a peasant who just had met a queen
and she knew I saw right through her tight fittin' jeans
I ask her what's a woman like you doin' here
I see you're used to champagne but I'll buy you a beer
she said you've got me figured out but I'm not what I seem
and for a dance I'll tell you 'bout these tight fittin' jeans
She said I married money I'm used to wearin' pearls
but i've always dreamed of being just a good ole boy's girl
so tonight I left those crystal candle lights to live a dream
and partner there's a tiger in these tight fittin' jeans
We danced every dance and lord the beer that we went through
I'm satisfied I did my best to make her dream come true
as she played out her fantasy before my eyes it seemed
a cowgirl came alive inside those tight fittin' jean
In my mind she's still a lady that's all I'm gonna say
I knew that I'd been broken by the time we parted ways
and I know I held more woman than most eyes have ever seen
that night I knew a lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans
Well now she's back in her world and I'm still stuck in mine
but I know she'll always remember the time
a cowboy once had a millionaire's dream
and lord I love that lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans