Woorden: Michelle Poe. Just One of the Boys.

I've got ripped up jeans and rawhide boots
Stiletto heels and a thousand moods
Led home in my pickup
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
I can hold my own

On a Sunday drive
I'm a Nascar race
But when the sun goes down
That's when I pick up the pace

I like livin' it up and lettin' my hair down
A little Tequila gets me unwound
I like to party and make a lot of noise
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
Just give me a campfire
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
Even I have been thrown

I like kittens, and paintin' my toes
But when the sun goes down
What I like most

I like livin' it up and lettin' my hair down
A little tequila gets me unwound
I like to party and make a lot of noise
Just like one of the boys

Sugar and spice, soft as a lamb
Snakes and snails, tough as a man
And I like who I am

I like livin' it up, I like livin' it up
And lettin' my hair down
A little Tequila gets me unwound
I like to party and make a lot of noise
Just like one of the boys

There's a lot more to me
Than perfume and poise
I'm just one of the boys