I don't care what shirt you wear

and I don't want you to know my show

You make me feel so nice

get off your horse and kiss me twice

you taught me how to ride at night,

and quite allright

My big city smile won't last that long

You're gonna need a while to cut my tongue

But instead we try, we say good-bye

You are so cute, crystal cowboy, cute

you are so neat

so street, so sweet

you are a gun

And I better run and I say good-bye ... (ad lib.)