Mr. Twang

He looks like a Greek god in a Stetson hat chiseled from a fantasy.
I get to be his girlfriend, but it's only for pretend.
What if I want more?

He made me swoon the first time I saw him.
Until he opened his mouth.
Then I wanted to stab him with a fork before our first "date" was over.
He's in my dreams, in my thoughts, and I can't get him out of my head.
Did I mention that I want to stab him with a fork?

Welcome to Nashville, where neon dreams come true, and nothing is as simple as it seems.