Celeste Marie Wilson

Lyrics

I know men like you
Eyes of blue, your not new
I see right through your brand new boots
And your accent too

Your just a Texas Cowboy
A dime a dozen
A Mister loving
But baby I’m not a feather in your
If you want me
You would call me
And say your sorry
But baby I’m not a feather in your

You fall to soon
Make women swoon
But it ain’t true (It ain’t)
Dig your own tomb
Strut across the room all eyes on you

Your just a Texas Cowboy
A dime a dozen
A Mister loving
But baby I’m not a feather in your
If you want me
You would call me
And say your sorry
But baby I’m not a feather in your

Math time..
If every girl a man dates is crazy
There’s a common denominator
And it’s him.

If all of your exes are crazy then maybe it’s you, maybe it’s you, baby it’s you
If all of your exes are crazy then maybe it’s you, maybe it’s you, baby it’s you

Your just a Texas Cowboy
A dime a dozen
A Mister loving
But baby I’m not a feather in your
If you want me
You would call me
And say your sorry
But baby I’m not a feather in your