That night in cold Colorado You told me more than you ought to And I drank the nectar But not from the bottle The dazzling glow of your eyes You held my hand on the swing set Kind of treatment that kings get You told me act more and think less Or lonely is all that I'd find Oh, come on now, honey And put down your books Let's go out for a while And get by on your looks Hang the keys to our hearts Somewhere high on a hook Ain't no ladder been built yet that can reach, oh ♪ What good is your garden of roses Perched there in elegant poses A good man who's lucky and knows it Who is handsomе, and charming, and kind When I come back from the brink That poor man's station will sink Hе'll become wretched as me He can borrow, but can't keep what's mine Oh, come on now, honey And put down your books Let's go out for a while And get by on your looks Hang the keys to our hearts Somewhere high on a hook Ain't no ladder been built yet that can reach Oh, come on now, honey And put down your books Let's go out for a while And get by on your looks Hang the keys to our hearts Somewhere high on a hook Ain't no ladder been built yet that can reach, oh