On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin He gets his

Every time we lie girl we're losing So why should we spend Saturday night alone, When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull and all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Girl

Pull your little arrows out Stuck me with a sickness Let me live my life Watch out Cupid The one I'd better lead All the blondes are fantasies And we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me". And looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play

They feel me like braille (they feel me like) She wet like a whale (she wet like a) I pull up, they bail (bail) They wishing me well (well) I don't fuck with 12 (12, I don't fuck with) Cause that is a L (ooh) Well (deet, deet, bail, deet) L's (L, L, L,

You're breaking your mind By killing the time that kills you But you can't blame the time 'Cause it's only in your mind Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor running

A igloo full of snow and a white stove House full of naked hoes snortin' blow It's so lonely at the top, plus its real cold A house full of hoes and they cookin' blow I'm in Zone 6 a.k.a. the North Pole Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert It's the