Rodeo
You got some nerve
Callin' me up and asking where I've been
And if you think I'm gonna tell you, boy, you've got another thing comin'
So take your stray cat act out of my house
And back to the streets
And find yourself the kind of girl who gets off on
Her own insecurities
You leave the door wide open when you go
So you can crawl back in
You'd think I didn't know
But I'm older than I look
I've been around this block a few times
And it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
Whoa oh
You got some nerve
Callin' me up and asking where I've been
And if you think I'm gonna tell you, boy, you've got another thing comin'
You leave the door wide open when you go
So you can crawl back in
You'd think I didn't know
But I'm older than I look
I've been around this block a few times
And it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
Whoa oh
Pack up your shit
I'm locking the door
It's not my first rodeo (no, it's not my first rodeo)
I said, pack up your shit
I'm locking the door
It's not my first rodeo (no, it's not my first rodeo)
No, it's not my first rodeo (no, it's not my first rodeo)
No, it's not my first rodeo
Callin' me up and asking where I've been
And if you think I'm gonna tell you, boy, you've got another thing comin'
So take your stray cat act out of my house
And back to the streets
And find yourself the kind of girl who gets off on
Her own insecurities
You leave the door wide open when you go
So you can crawl back in
You'd think I didn't know
But I'm older than I look
I've been around this block a few times
And it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
Whoa oh
You got some nerve
Callin' me up and asking where I've been
And if you think I'm gonna tell you, boy, you've got another thing comin'
You leave the door wide open when you go
So you can crawl back in
You'd think I didn't know
But I'm older than I look
I've been around this block a few times
And it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
Whoa oh
Pack up your shit
I'm locking the door
It's not my first rodeo (no, it's not my first rodeo)
I said, pack up your shit
I'm locking the door
It's not my first rodeo (no, it's not my first rodeo)
No, it's not my first rodeo (no, it's not my first rodeo)
No, it's not my first rodeo
Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Catherine Cotterill
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