Kevin Fowler - Dont touch my willie

^FShe showed up at my house at half past nine In a l^Fow-cut dress with a bottle of wine She s^Gaid this will be a night you won't for^Fget

^FShe poured us some drinks to get us into the mood I r^Feached for the lights, she reached for my tunes She p^Gulled out that Red Headed Stranger, I stood up and^F said

Don't touch my W^Fillie I don't know you t^Fhat well Help yourself to some ^GHaggard or some Jones Hell, ^For anybody ^Felse I don't know what you ^Fheard I ain't that ^Fkind of guy Yeah so don't touch my Wi^Gllie, ^FWe'll get a long jus^Ft fine