"Sweet Texas Fire" lyrics

Way back in school they made jokes about you, baby
A bunch of little girls, oh yeah but you were such a lady
Staying out late, you went dancing every night
Cowboy boots and honky tonk and feelin' alright

Your boyfriend was twenty five, your pop called him a punk
Drinkin' your drink and gettin' all drunk
Living in the fast lane, you're a bird up on the wire
Giving all the boys a taste of sweet Texas fire

Soon then split for beauty school, manicures and perms
Hangin' round your deadbeat town and tryin' to get a turn
Dreaming of the city, gonna model on TV
A Hollywood producer in a Benz 300E

Slinging hash at Denny's and making truckers hard
Your car is up on cinder blocks and sittin' in the yard
Living in the fast lane, you're a bird up on the wire
Giving all the boys a taste of sweet Texas fire

Hitchin' up the highway when I saw you seeing me
Bumper sticker said "gas, ass or grass, but not for free"
Them jeans that you were wearing, they fit you like a glove
Givin' me the goosebumps at the thought of Texas love

Crankin' up your Skynyrd tape and screaming for your gas
That Southern girl's got something that I know will kick your ass
Living in the fast lane, you're a bird up on the wire
Giving all the boys a taste of sweet Texas fire