I don't care what shirt you wear
and I don't want you to know my show
You make me feel so nice
get off your horse and kiss me twice
you taught me how to ride at night,
and quite allright
My big city smile won't last that long
You're gonna need a while to cut my tongue
But instead we try, we say good-bye
You are so cute, crystal cowboy, cute
you are so neat
so street, so sweet
you are a gun
And I better run and I say good-bye ... (ad lib.)
