Rodeo

You're at the rodeo
On some old dance floor
Two tequila shots down
And some Jack and cokes
Tryna mix in with these men
They're not tryna hold your hand
And no doubt pretty mama
They spotted out some lovers, oh
I can already tell
By the way that they've been staring
Their not tryna
Hold your hand
And no doubt pretty mama
They come along with drama, oh
I think you can handle it well
That's just what you see from the band
Baby I might be your biggest fan, oh
Hands down
Looking at the picture
Light this up
Like it was just a cigarette
And the search begins
Burns well
Can you tell?
Oh
Loose leaf
Drinking on a mixture
Pour another
I was feeling frisky, love
Your body's not for sale
But paid in full
So here you go
You're at the rodeo
On some old dance floor
Two tequila shots down
Maybe couple more
Tryna mix in with these men
You're not tryna hold their hands
And no doubt pretty mama
You spotted out some lovers, who
I can already tell
That's just what you see from the band
Baby I might be your biggest fan, oh
Rag doll
Sleeping with the fishes
Aerosmith was coming
Through the listening bell
There's a choice I made
To play the roll
For the wrong
Moon swings
I control the tempo
And the song was written all for you
My dear
And when the morning comes
I wish you well
You're at the rodeo
On some old dance floor
Two tequila shots down
And some Jack and cokes
Tryna mix in with your friends
Nah, I'm not tryna hold your hand
And no doubt pretty mama
You come along with drama, oh
I bet I can handle it well
That's just what you see from the band
And baby I might be your biggest fan, oh