Rodeo Clown

Well I can't lie, I couldn't wait

But it's half-past 8 and you're late again

Well, I got those high heels on and lace

And I spent two or three hours beating my face

So why? Could you explain?

Well I can't lie, I'm fed up

I don't like being stood up

And hey, hey

What are you ashamed of?

So what are you so afraid of?

'Cause you're missing out

On good, good loving

You're missing out, you're missing out

You're missing out, you're missing out on

So what are you so afraid of?

You're missing out

On good, good loving

You're missing out, you're missing out

You're missing out

You ride those rank bulls and get first place

Eight seconds is all it takes

You got those silver spurs on

Chaps 'round your waist

Calloused hand and dirt on your face

Well why? Could you explain?

'Cause I can't lie, I'm fed up

Why you always standing me up?

And hey, hey

I still wear the T-shirt that you gave me

So what are you so ashamed of?

Rodeo could kill ya

I just wanna kiss ya

But you won't let me near you

But I'm here all the same

You're missing out on good, good loving

So what are you so afraid of?

Tell me, what are you so afraid of?

'Cause you're missing out on

Some good, good loving

You're missing out, you're missing out

On good, good loving

At the rodeo, I

Put my face on and smile

And you ride good

Crowd go wild, claps for you

I clapped too, I'm your biggest fan

Clap for you

I'm your biggest fan

At the rodeo, I

Put my face on and smiled

And I get scared watching you

And the crowd gets wild, run to you

I run to you, I run to you, I run to you

I love you, I love you, I'd