Verse 1 Met a cowboy cutie at the old roadhouse, Boots so shiny and a big loud mouth. He said, “Boy, let’s make this night a game,” And I knew right then it would never be the same. Chorus Paper, rock, scissors, throw it down quick, Winner gets lucky, loser gets picked. A honky-tonk showdown under neon lights, Paper, rock, scissors gonna keep us up all night. Verse 2 I threw rock, he threw scissors, oh lord, I won, But he grabbed my belt buckle and said, “Ain’t we both havin’ fun?” Next round paper, he covered me tight, And we laughed so hard we nearly started a fight. Chorus Paper, rock, scissors, throw it down quick, Boots start knockin’ and the jukebox kicks. Whiskey shots flyin’, boys feelin’ right, Paper, rock, scissors gonna keep us up all night. Bridge Paper wraps me up in his sweet embrace, Rock holds steady with a strong, firm face. Scissors cut the tension, but it don’t take long, Till we’re two-step dancin’ to a rowdy love song. Final Chorus (rowdy & campy): Paper, rock, scissors, don’t matter who wins, We’re both in trouble with these mischievous grins. Honky-tonk holler, cowboys unite, Paper, rock, scissors gonna keep us up all night! Outro (spoken with a wink): “Best outta three, darlin’… loser buys the next round and rides shotgun.”
