I've got ripped up jeans and rawhide boots
Stiletto heels and a thousand moods
for somebody's stretch limo
In the southern sun I've been known to faint
But don't underestimate my strength
If I'm backed in a corner
But when the sun goes down
That's when I pick up the pace
Just like one of the boys.
I need my space but I'm cool in a crowd
I like listenin' to Mozart or rockin' it out
And I'll be the last to go home
I love bein' in love but I just can't commit
I like keepin' it simple but I must admit
On the buckin' bronco of life
I like kittens, and paintin' my toes
But when the sun goes down
A little tequila gets me unwound
Just like one of the boys
Just like one of the boys
There's a lot more to me than perfume and poise