Mama's First Rodeo

Sharks come swimmin' at the smell of blood
Wearin' western shirts with the tag still on
Says he wants to play poker and I’m the queen of hearts
My attorney said I should never trust a man
With sharp teeth and a dorsal fin
And that’s why I don’t trust him
I’m gonna call your bluff
Here’s spit in your eye
There’s a snake in your boot, your foot in your mouth
And a big face full of lies
And don’t try to bullshit me, darlin'
Don’t pretend like I don’t know
Don’t try to bullshit me, darlin'
This ain’t Mama’s first rodeo
I don’t have time for the way you talk
You speak too loudly and your stick’s too small
Give me papers to sign or give me nothin' at all
I’m not surprised and I’m not upset
And it’s just like Jesus always said:
If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is
So I’m miles ahead
I’m on Plan 2
Just like Abraham Lincoln said:
«I pity the fool»
And don’t try to bullshit me, darlin'
Don’t pretend like I don’t know
Don’t try to bullshit me, darlin'
'Cause I’ve been around enough to know
Oh no, this ain’t Mama’s first rodeo