Rodeo Clown

Well, I can't lie, I couldn't wait But it's half-past eight and you're late again Well, I got those high heels on, and lace And I spent two or three hours beatin' my face So why? Could you explain? 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 lovin' 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 And chaps 'round your waist Calloused hands, and dirt on your face So why? Could you еxplain? 'Cause I can't lie I'm fed up Why you always standin' mе 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 ya But I'm here all the same You're missing out on good, good lovin' So what are you so afraid of? Tell me, what are you so afraid of? 'Cause you're missing out on Some good, good lovin' You're missing out, you're missing out Good, good lovin' At the rodeo, I Put my face on and smile And you ride good The crowd go wild, claps for you I clap too, I'm your biggest fan Clap for you I'm your biggest fan At the rodeo, I Put my face on and smile And I get scared watchin' 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