Cowboy

I’m looking for a cowboy With, boots, hat and a horse The kind that doesn’t line dance Do real cowboys do that? Tall and lean and muscular From riding the range all day Roping, branding, working hard Always fences to mend Yeah, there’s something about a cowboy And romancing under the moon He can sweep me off my feet Or maybe just use a lasso We’ll get in his pickup Or maybe we can ride double I can ride in front of him So he can keep me from fallin’ off At the end of a long hard day His boots tucked under my bed He’ll fulfill my fantasies Just please don’t call me ma’am