Down To Her Socks

Here's a song about a good 'ole girl with a big 'ole heart that got
broke 'cause she was in love with
some son of a bitch who didn't love her back enough ...

Slowly she sank to her knees on the floor
Cursin' the freedom she'd won
>From the torture she vowed not to take anymore
And the victim she'd almost become

Chorus:
For a lady who'd learned all there is about leaving
She sure took a long time to go
But he loved her right down to her socks and no further
And her feet were the last ones to know.

You see, the problem is, sometimes when you take a good stiff shot to
the
heart, it kinda stuns you. It takes a while for the message to get down
to your feet to get you out of trouble. So you stand there like some
old
fighter taking punishment you don't even know you're takin'. But one
day, you wake up and look down at your feet and find they're just
walking
you away from me.

Chorus:
For a lady who'd learned all there is about leaving
She sure picked a hard way to go
But he loved her right down to her socks, and no further
And her feet were the last ones to know.