Ya cain’t go touchin’ yer neighbor’s wife, ’cause reckon if ya try that, fire’ll burn ya up, an’ no amount of rubbin’ can make it go away. Ya gotta keep yer mitts to yerself ‘stead of stirrin’ up a mess ya can’t clean up.
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