Cowgirl Groove

Swangin’ through the night, chrome wheels on clatter,

She’s lookin’ too good, got her lipstick battered.

Mascara run marathon, streak like rivers,

Hair all twisted, got the world on a shiver.

Cowgirl ride, her pace go manic,

Body quake harder than tectonic panic.

Sideways walk, tipsy step got static,

She storms through my mind, volcanic, dramatic.

Gloss smear tales, her vibe too savage,

Whiskey on her breath, love’s raw baggage.

She shakes more wild than the Fox on set,

A thrill in the veins, no regrets.

Neon signs scream, deep south blues,

She a wildfire, no rules, no clues.

Every sway cuts deeper, sharp like swords,

She the queen of chaos, forget decorum boards.

Yeah, come on

You know the kind of trouble we got into

She stepped in sharp, every curl in place

Gold hoops swinging, cool look on her face

By the last call, she was laughing at me

Mascara running like a streak down her cheek

Lipstick smudged from a kiss and a grin

Hair all crooked, still working the room again

She said, “Don’t slow down, I can handle this ride”

Then took the reins with a spark in her eyes

Messy hair, red stain on her smile

She’s still talking big, making trouble worthwhile

Rock that saddle, let the whole room see

You call the next move, you’re in charge of me

Side-step left, then she spins right back

Laughing so hard that she loses her track

Pretty girl wild with a midnight plan

Riding cowgirl, running this man

Boot heel tapping out a crooked little beat

She sashays sideways down the edge of the street

Not a stumble, just a strut with a sway

Like the floor moved first and got out of her way

She’s got my hat and my keys in her hand

Says, “You’re coming with me, better stick to the plan”

One hand on the saddle, one hand in the air

Laughing at the state of her tangled-up hair

Easy now, sweetheart, tell me your pace

You set the rules, I’ll follow your lead in this place

No need to prove a thing, just laugh and decide

You’re the one in control on this bucking ride[Intro]

Yeah, boots by the doorway

Whole room know what time it is

She came in sharp with the curls laid neat

Gold hoops swinging to the kick and beat

By the last call, pins lost in her hair

Mascara running, lipstick everywhere

She laughed, said, “Boy, you’re a whole lotta trouble”

I said, “That’s fair,” while the bass made it rumble

We cut through the crowd with a two-step slide

She grabbed my hand, said, “Don’t kill my ride”

Ride, ride, cowgirl, hold on tight

Boot heels tapping till the end of the night

Hair all wild, red print on my tee

Laughing so hard we can barely see

Ride, ride, cowgirl, don’t slow down

Sideways steps when we leave this town

Hands up high, let the whole room know

She came in polished, left stealing the show

She shook so hard that the earrings went loose

I said, “Easy, darlin’, you’re raisin’ the roof”

She walked a little crooked, grinning at me

Like a porch swing caught in a wild-country breeze

No movie-star moves, just a boot-scoot spin

Riding cowgirl groovy