Sittin' On The Fence - George Strait

She’s gotta body like a hundred dollar bill

Soft as satin, smooth as silk

And to top all that, she’s got a heart to match

I could do a lot worse I know

I’d be a damn fool to let her go

Shouldn’t be a doubt

Still here I am

Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence

Trying to play it cool, trying to talk some sense

Into this crazy heart, looking for a sign

Do I let her go or do I make her mine

While there’s still a chance

Sitting on a stool, sitting' on the fence

Guess I should probably settle up and head for the door

Maybe I’ll just stay and have one more

To calm my nerves

One more can’t hurt

Truth is I don’t know what she sees in me

She says, I’m all she’ll ever want or need

On Gond’s green earth, but one more can’t hurt

Do I run to her and tell her she’s the one

Or do I do just like I’ve always done

Sitting on a stool, sitting' on the fence

Trying to play it cool, trying to talk some sense

Into this crazy, mixed-up heart of mine

Do I let her go or do I make her mine

While there’s still a chance

Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence

Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence