Can I cut in on a dance? You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for In that little Mexican. You can't mix your tears With those from an agave plant, You see I've danced with him myself And he's never been a friend. You go believin' in your Lancelot Well it's all in vain And you're chasin' picket fences, There's always hell to pay. I met many a girl in here With the same story line- All them boys on those white horses Don't know how to ride.
But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup To be free. I got a faint smell of cheap perfume And a hint of gasoline. See I'm a different kind of knight, You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies. I don't have a white horse But you can come along for the ride.
She said, "I'm tired of living life in a romance book I think chivalry's dead And I ain't gonna look For them roundtable boys on the white horse That can't get the story right." I said, "as luck would have it I was tossed by the throne I let my Mary Ann down Some years ago And I traded my coat of arms For a guitar and some broken yellow lines."
But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup To be free. I got a faint smell of cheap perfume And a hint of gasoline. See I'm a different kind of knight, You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies. I don't have a white horse But you can come along for the ride.
She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips And she raised that glass and the lime And she kissed him goodbye. She said, "promise me you'll take it slow And swear no talk of tomorrow And when you feel me tighten around you Well you can let the hammer down."
And I got a paint outside with enough giddyup To be free. I got a faint smell of cheap perfume And a hint of gasoline. See I'm a different kind of knight, You're gonna find your fairy tales are all lies. I don't have a white horse But you can come along for the ride.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
