Luna - The Rustler lyrics

He's a softly spoken tiger In a sea of p**ycats A softly spoken tiger Getting on the groove Betty and Veronica Lord I miss them so Forgot to mail those postcards It was a long time ago In a city of this size We'll never meet again No, no. no Well the mind is a monkey And honey so am I Befuddled and befiddled In the corner of your eye And the rustler's getting loopy On zycoline and booze He's gonna meet you at the airport There's no way for him to lose