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
Ass or grass 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 ass
Living in the fast lane you're a
Bird up on the wire
Giving all the boys a taste
O' sweet Texas fire