not another country ditty

below is a country love song farewell to red betty black, who is leaving us today forever and ever (or until her boss realises she can't live without her and decides to sponsor her).

ok, so i've done this before, but slap my thigh and call me thunder if its not the gosh darn best way to bid tally-ho to a travelling wilbury.

i met her at a grogblog, in november,
i can still recall the sexy heels she wore;
she was biting at my g-string by eleven,
and i felt rather like a cheap and tawdry whore.

i promised her if i switched sides that i'd call her,
but deep down i knew that i'd always like boys,
cause even though i've dabbled with the ladies,
i still prefer the real thing over toys.

she told me she was leaving oz forever,
going back to where she came from: the u.k,
i said that i'd remember her with fondness,
in a totally platonic kinda way.

(cue back porch rocking-chair cud-chewing flannel-wearing guitar solo).