Lavender Cowgirl Lyrics

I've got these watches, one for each time zone “How does it feel,” Remy says, “to be on your own?” Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone
Well I'm bigger than you at nearly six feet tall I must always be out when the company calls But see this rusty spade gonna dig a grave inside us all
See, it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold for a lavender cowgirl
We're all the dissidents in this asylum I've got numbers, but no one to dial 'em Here's me squeaking and doing my crocodile run
And I'm a postcard of everything that I've seen Just a shadow of hot air and steam But I wouldn't touch me, got no idea where I've been
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lavender-cowgirl-lyrics-thea-gilmore.html ] And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold for a lavender cowgirl
I want imagination You say we all sound the same Well that's put us in our place But you're still caught in the rain With a lavender cowgirl
We're in and out on… it's in a costume night I'm sick and tired of being polite I can't keep time but I keep looking for a fight
That's why I've got these watches, one for each time zone “How does it feel,” he says, “to be on your own?” Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone A dog and a ringing telephone A dog and a ringing telephone