Drunken Cowgirl

She boogies alright
And she stares with a mild curiosity
A little uptight
Wears her greys with her pent up emotions
And she spends her nights making friends with old 40s Hollywood
She sleeps alright
When she sleeps on her own
She likes to ride
Like a drunk, drunken cowgirl
She likes to ride
Every single way
She likes to ride
Live a nerve, nervous schoolgirl
She likes to ride, whoo hoo
She doesn’t talk much
Like a shy educated librarian
She brushes you off
She’s afraid of those pent up emotions
Then she shuts the door and attacks like a wild freaky animal
She sleeps alright
When she sleeps on her own
She likes to ride
Like a drunk, drunken cowgirl
She likes to ride
Every single way
She likes to ride
Live a nerve, nervous schoolgirl
She likes to ride, whoo hoo
Things don’t always seem so clear
City life can seem so dear
Try the country for a year
You’ll be back within a year
She likes to ride
Like a drunk, drunken cowgirl
She likes to ride
Every single way
She likes to ride
Live a nerve, nervous schoolgirl
She likes to ride, whoo hoo
She likes to ride, she likes to ride…