Designer Cowgirl

hey, what are you doin there missy yeah you, standin in that space leanin there in your stetson lookin about this place do ya think that you fit in here why did you even stop in to hang out with real cowgirls to see how the other half lives your boots are probably Manolo must have cost you alot look around here sweety that’s something we ain’t got you’re standin there against the bar an umbrella drink in your hand lookin at all our cowboys listenin to our cowboy band your hand made shirt is perfect those jeans, are probably Prada we’re lookin at you in our Wranglers knowin we ain’t got nada no one will approach you don’t ya feel kind of strange you ain’t got no friends here it’s like you dropped from outer space sure the cowboys are lookin at ya never seen one quite like you but they know you’ll only use em and toss em when you’re through do you think this is “Urban Cowboy” and John Travolta is here I don’t think so sweetheart you better get on out of here if you’re lookin for a skirt fight I think I can help you with that me and my friends are willin to put you on your ass your hair won’t look so pretty your makeup will be a mess is that what you’re lookin for princess yeah, I can help you with that you’ll probably break a nail or two before the fight is through you’ll be lucky to walk crawl of here when we are done with you go on home to daddy get in your porshe and drive away I’ll forget you were even in here just don’t come back this way