She was a live wire
She was stuck in the past
I was holdin' the middle
You was waking up fast
It was 4 in the morning
She's holding on tight
To her David Bowie look-a-like, circa '85
Now he's turning up his amplifier
Staring at his toes
Even when he's looking at you
He's still looking down his nose
Sounds like surf music maybe more than just a little
But to me, it's just another form of California dribble
Hold the top and bottom straight
And keep it shaky in the middle
Well there's something to be learned here
Though it may seem a little insincere
Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear
You're a country singer, I'm a cavalier
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Well, I wanna know the whole story over
Where you came from, where you're going
However long it takes to know you
With your heavy metal heart beat
Salty but she seems sweet
Tippy toes of both feet, rocking to the teen beat
Well, ice cream, soda pop, bourbon on top
Some people call it rock 'n' roll
And some people call it pop
Sounds like country music every time you use a fiddle
How am I supposed to know if that's a fact or just a riddle?
Keep it tight around the edges
Leave a little room to wiggle
Well there's something to be learned here
Though it may seem a little insincere
Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear
You're a country singer
I'm a cavalier
Oh-oh, ooh woah
Oh-oh, ooh woah
Oh-oh, ooh woah
Oh, ooh, whoa
Oh-oh, ooh woah
Oh-oh, ooh woah
♪
Well, there's something to be learned here
Though it may seem a little insincere
Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear
You're a psycho killer
I'm a cavalier