Mechanical Bull

There's a knife fight goin' on, so make my way to the bar

There's a man gettin' high on the street, talkin' to God

So I walk inside, and pull up a chair

I roll up a smoke, and I ask for a beer

And some band strums along 'bout the back of the moon

There's a cowgirl ridin' wild on a mechanical bull

Then I melt through the floor as she walks on in

Oh, shakin' that sugar, she got the peaches and cream

She got the peaches and cream, she got the peaches and cream

She got the peaches and cream, she got the peaches and cream

Oh, she shakes a tambourine that's filled with sugar and spice

Oh, she'll have you on the floor, dancin' through the night

Order somethin' smooth, somethin' sweet that goes down

That takes away the memories buried deep down

I think I'm startin' to feel good, I think I'm startin' to feel fine

I think I startin' to feel good, yeah, she's blowin' my mind

She got the peaches and cream, she got the peaches and cream