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'd go dancing every night
Cowboy boots and honky-tonkin' feeling all right
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 a wire
Giving all the boys a taste o' sweet Texas fire
Soon you split for beauty school, manicures and pumps
Hanging around a deadbeat town and trying to get a turn
Dreaming 'bout the city, gonna model on TV
Hollywood producers and a Benz 300 E
Slinging hash at Denny's and making truckers hard
Your car is up on cinderblocks and sittin' in the yard
Living in the fast lane you're a bird up on a wire
Giving all the boys a taste o' sweet Texas fire
Hitching up the highway when I saw you seein' me
Bumper sticker said 'Gas, a** or gra** but not for free'
Them jeans that you were wearing, they fit you like a glove
Givin' me the goosebumps and with all your Texas love
Crankin' up the Skynard tape and screamin' for your gas
Southern girls are something and I'll know they'll kick your a**
Living in the fast lane you're a bird up on the wire
Giving all the boys a taste o' sweet Texas fire