I thought I'd share a little story. So I was on my way to Lowes this morning and while listening to the radio, my local radio personality out of the blue mentions "this is for Shania Twain may she get her life back on track and on with her life" or something like that before he played George Strait's "She Let Herself Go." I thought that was a nice gesture so I emailed him today to say I appreciated the gesture and what a shame this all is for her. He replied back, "She's WAY too talented to stay down for long! And she's a class act all the way!"
He wondered how she'd take it when he said goodbye. Thought she might do some cryin': lose some sleep at night. But he had no idea, when he hit the road, That without him in her life, she'd let herself go.
Let herself go on a singles cruise, To Vegas once, then to Honolulu. Let herself go to New York City: A week at the Spa; came back knocked-out pretty. When he said he didn't love her no more, She let herself go.
She poured her heart an' soul into their three-bedroom ranch. Spent her days raisin' babies, ironin' his pants. Came home one day from the grocery store and found his note, And without him there to stop her, she let herself go.
Let herself go on her first blind-date: Had the time of her life with some friends at the lake. Let herself go, buy a brand new car, Drove down to the beach he always said was too far. Sand sure felt good between her toes:
She let herself go on a singles cruise, To Vegas once, then to Honolulu. Let herself go to New York City: A week at the Spa; came back knocked-out pretty. When he said he didn't love her no more, She let herself go.
To Vegas once: Honolulu, New York City. Came back knocked-out pretty.
