she was the
cold
cold
queen of the
warm
wild west

sunset hair in
heavy waves
acted as its own personal
masquerade ball
shading the town from her
sincere
countenance

oh, but she could drink even
the sturdiest men
under the table
though even
the sturdiest men
would rather have her
on top of them

rumor had it that she
kissed a boy
by the name of Billy Dorchester
with a pistol
in place of her saint-like
lips

you'd think with the way
she dances on those
tables
high above all the
greedy
& amorous folk
you could catch a glimpse
of the gun at her
thigh
but I ain't seen it once

I think all these
****** people
know how to do around here
is lie

she could burn this place
to the ground
& not do any harm

we all just got some
sort of fever

for the evil ones