Kevin Fowler - Dont touch my willie

^GShe showed up at my house at half past nine In a l^Cow-cut dress with a bottle of wine She s^Daid this will be a night you won't for^Gget

^GShe poured us some drinks to get us into the mood I r^Ceached for the lights, she reached for my tunes She p^Dulled out that Red Headed Stranger, I stood up and^G said

Don't touch my W^Cillie I don't know you t^Ghat well Help yourself to some ^DHaggard or some Jones Hell, ^Cor anybody ^Gelse I don't know what you ^Cheard I ain't that ^Gkind of guy Yeah so don't touch my Wi^Dllie, ^CWe'll get a long jus^Gt fine