She came from Kansas City
Blue eyes and blonde hair
I thought she was so pretty
In the leather pants she'd wear
I'm not in her league or ballpark
Even if I tried
All I have is her photo
On my bedside
Love when I met her
She didn't feel the same
No happily ever after
She didn't know my name
I lay in bed at night
Whispering her name
All I have to make it right
Is a photo in a frame
Blown up and framed
While my bride lies in our bed
Can't seem to shake this feeling
Of the vixen in my head
Life of bad decisions
Choices I'd hesitate
Blown up and framed beside me
The one that got away
I think about her lips
The softness and the sheen
Smallish waist and hips
Shapely like a queen
Wrong to think of her
When my love is at my side
Put away the picture
Give the love to your bride
Damned to hell for thinking
Thoughts that are so wrong
Chicken game of blinking
Same dance same old song
Goodbye, good riddance
To the one that got away
Just a mere pittance
Blown up and framed
Blown up and framed
While my bride lies in our bed
Can't seem to shake this feeling
Of the vixen in my head
Life of bad decisions
Choices I'd hesitate
Blown up and framed beside me
The one that got away
Blown up and framed beside me
The one that got away