Something happens when he’s gone
A smile across her pretty face
Something about the place she’s from
All her clothes are lined with lace

Feathered hat her clothes are worn
Blood dyed red and honey stained
A fact that we’ll all agree on
She’s from another time and place

He’s the outlaw of her love

Her face is lit up for their gaze
She’s done this many times I bet
She moves her body like a snake
The dance it never seems to end

I’m sure I’ve seen him here before
Talking to a mutual friend
Staring at the clothes he wore
Dressed just like a fugitive

He’s the outlaw of her love
He’s got a message for you

Lost inside a western script
Playing out the leading role
All along I was writing fiction
If the truth must be told

He's the Outlaw of Her Love