space cowgirl

a devil singing on her shoulder

she has got a long pair a black boots

looking for a place to rest her rifle

before he makes her think to shoot

her shoulders narrow with long brown hair

necks are turning everywhere

the beer taps stop flowing when she walks in

like she's been here before, and ain't looking to sin

you could hear the pin drop down the street

maybe because everyone is in their seat

she's got you wrapped, like you've never felt before

she'll ask you twice, if you want some more

west she goes, with the wind in the sand

beyond the valleys of the lost land