Loretta Lynn - Wings upon your horns

Before you f^Airst made love to me You called ^Ame, your wife-to-be And after th^Aat, I saw the devil in your ^Eeyes With your sw^Aeet smooth talkin' ways You turned a fl^Dame into a bl^Aaze The night I let you hang my w^Eings upon your h^Aorns

Don't tell ^Ame that I'm no saint I'm the f^Airst to know I ain't There's a li^Attle thing called love And that's what ch^Eanged me From an i^Annocent country girl To a w^Doman of the w^Aorld The night I let you hang my w^Eings upon your h^Aorns

You hung my w^Dings upon your horns And turned my h^Aalo into thorns And turned me into a woman I can't st^Eand You're the f^Airst to ever make me Fall in l^Dove and then not t^Aake me The night I let you hang my w^Eings upon your h^Aorns

You hung my wi^Ebngs upon your horns And turned my h^Bbalo into thorns And turned me into a woman I can't st^Fand You're the fi^Bbrst to ever make me Fall in l^Ebove and then not t^Bbake me The night I let you hang my wi^Fngs upon your h^Bborns