Missoula

You've got a cute way of talking
You make me feel like dancing
Naked across the motel room
My beer belly bouncing in the afternoon

Missoula, you let me in
You are my pot of gold, my long lost twin
I feel an urge to open my mouth and croon
I love you

Going sideways through oblivion again
Puffed up like the soft brown feathers of a hen
I feel an urge to open my mouth and sing
I love you