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out_thereWhen I grow up, I want a cowboy,
With dust all over his jeans...
*does the happy dance of new country music*
Um, well, actually, I'm doing the Dance of New Kasey Chambers' CD ("Wayward Angel"). There's nothing on TV for another two hours, so I'm going to let the last two slices of birthday cake settle (Mmmm... and I have another slice in the fridge!) while I indulge in her bluesy, distinctive voice.
When I grow up, I'll be a lady,
All my rings will be made of gold.
I'll put flowers in my room, I'll wear perfume,
I won't listen to rock'n'roll...
With dust all over his jeans...
*does the happy dance of new country music*
Um, well, actually, I'm doing the Dance of New Kasey Chambers' CD ("Wayward Angel"). There's nothing on TV for another two hours, so I'm going to let the last two slices of birthday cake settle (Mmmm... and I have another slice in the fridge!) while I indulge in her bluesy, distinctive voice.
When I grow up, I'll be a lady,
All my rings will be made of gold.
I'll put flowers in my room, I'll wear perfume,
I won't listen to rock'n'roll...
