Ween - Sweet Texas Fire lyrics

Way back in school they made jokes about you baby A bunch of little girls oh yeah, but you were such a lady Staying out late you'd go dancing every night Cowboy boots and honky-tonkin' feeling all right Your boyfriend was twenty-five, your pop called him a punk Drinkin' your drink, and gettin' all drunk Living in the fast lane you're a bird up on a wire Giving all the boys a taste o' sweet Texas fire Soon you split for beauty school, manicures and pumps Hanging around a deadbeat town and trying to get a turn Dreaming 'bout the city, gonna model on TV Hollywood producers and a Benz 300 E Slinging hash at Denny's and making truckers hard Your car is up on cinderblocks and sittin' in the yard Living in the fast lane you're a bird up on a wire Giving all the boys a taste o' sweet Texas fire Hitching up the highway when I saw you seein' me Bumper sticker said 'Gas, a** or gra** but not for free' Them jeans that you were wearing, they fit you like a glove Givin' me the goosebumps and with all your Texas love Crankin' up the Skynard tape and screamin' for your gas Southern girls are something and I'll know they'll kick your a** Living in the fast lane you're a bird up on the wire Giving all the boys a taste o' sweet Texas fire