Well you can dance on tv with your diamonds on
Sing in tune for a world that is going for a song
Get the steps all right but the words go wrongAnd you can wake up in the morning with sweaty hands
Turn the radio on to the right waveband
Think about today and the one that you plannedUnder the desperate gaze of the whole wide world
You turned into a spaced cowgirl
Spaced cowgirl
Lock up the medicine chest
This wild wild woman is way out west
Spaced cowgirl
Lock up the reins and the spurs
None of you cowboys are true to herWell, you can be a good lover, hammer nails into hearts
And you can be a big loser when the real horror starts
You can blow hot and cold on the sacred graphYou had a good evening but you don't know where
All you recall is a fall guy with an up for sale stare
Fell down by the bed and not to say your prayersUnder the watchful eye....Sometimes I listen to you, it's the whiskey talking
Sometimes I watch you move and it's the whiskey walking
Sometimes I sit and think of the things that might have beenWell, your eyes never open, when you sleep they don't close
And it rained so hard and your a delicate rose
Then it got so cold that your feelings frozeNo, I still don't believe in all your second sight
The automatic pilot flies your eyes tonight
Smile at the bird, we'll get you home alright
(alright)Under the watchful eye...Spaced cowgirl
Lock up the medicine chest
There's no frontier left way out west
Spaced cowgirl
Wasn't she the first to say
I can't remember my lines today....
Songwriters
HARDING, JOHN WESLEYPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group