K.d. Lang

K.d. lang/ben mink
She was a big boned gal
From southern alberta
You just couldn't call her small
And you can bet every saturday night
She'd be heading for the legion hall
Put her blue dress on
And she'd curl her hair
Oh she's been waiting all week
And with a bounce in her step
And a wiggle in her walk
She'd be swinging down the street
You could tell she was ready
By the look in her eye
As she slipped in through the crowd
She walked with grace