I been watchin' you watchin' her watchin' herself in the mirror, In her tailor-made dress an' her long blonde hair, An' her big diamond rings: her custom-made shoes. And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move, But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied. An' she doesn't like cowboys an' thinks less of fools. So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card, When the fun and the money runs out. I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred, High-tone woman sink as low as you. Instrumental break. Hey, I'm on your side; don't go gettin' me wrong, now: You're not a bad fellow at all. But you're out of her league so stay in the bleachers: Son, you couldn't please her if you had it all. So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card, When the fun and the money runs out. You're a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. (I seen her.) I've seen her cut up a heart like an' old credit card, When the fun and the money runs out. I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred, High-tone woman sink as low as you. Oh no, I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred, High-tone woman sink as low as you.