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I'm a true-blue American daughter
Mix of hellfire, and holy water
Lips are strawberry sweet, but they say, just what they think
If it scares you, honey, don't even bother, yeah
Ain't got time for all hat, no cattle
Need some sittin' up tall, in the saddle
Lookin' for a heart of gold, my forever rodeo
If you take it nice and slow, let's go
Hey, baby, you wanna take a ride, gotta treat me right
Come on, baby, cowboy up
I need a man who's man enough, to handle my love
Come on, baby, cowboy up
Cowboy up
Tough as nails, and rocks me steady
Hot as hell, but he ain't too pretty
Got a classic kinda style, a desperado smile
Knows how to hold the reins, when the horses run wild
Hey, baby, you wanna take a ride, gotta treat me right?
Come on, baby, cowboy up
I need a man, who's man enough, to handle my love
Come on, baby, cowboy up
Cowboy up
(You better cowboy up)
You can tame the wild, wild West
I'll be your damsel in distress
Ride me off into the sun
'Til it goes down and comes back up
Leave this ghost town in the dust
Might strike gold, the two of us
Here's my heart, you got the arrow
Come on, be mi vaquero
Hey, baby, you wanna take a ride, gotta treat me right
Come on, baby, cowboy up
I need a man, who's man enough, to handle my love
Come on, baby, cowboy up
Hey, baby, you wanna take a ride, gotta treat me right
Come on, baby, cowboy up
I need a man, who's man enough, to handle my love
Come on, baby, cowboy
Come on, baby, cowboy up
Yeah! Hey!
Whoa! Whoa!



Авторы: Danny Myrick, Ann Boskovich Copyright: Dannymyrick Music, Concord Bluff Works, Bossko Publishing, Always Annie Songs, Music From The Southern Crossroads



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