Woman With Class

Her future preordained By her love, for fortune an' luxury Devotin' years of paper work To earn her, a medical degree Born in north raised in south A big house, with lavish double staircase She dances in the rain in her snake-skin boots Until dark, she dresses up all in lace The perfect life if you will But where's the sense of thrill Oh by heart, she's a country girl Boppin' to the tunes of Jennings an' Cash Oh somedays she's a rocker, a punk But at the end of day a woman with class Now I'm only a green city boy Yet to know, the nature of six shooter But I question your alter ego Cant decide, which best suits her Is it that you fear of seein' and being more? Beyond these white collared bores? Or that you were purloined of your youth? To be what others demand they own you? Cryin' cause you know its true Girl you gotta see it through Oh by heart, she's a country girl Boppin' to the tunes of Jennings an' Cash Oh somedays she's a rocker, a punk But at the end of day a woman with class And here you are back in the rain Lookin' all, dazed an' confused The floridan sunset Silhouettes with your precious moves Oh yes they do Oh by heart, she's a country girl Boppin' to the tunes of Jennings an' Cash Oh somedays she's a rocker, a punk Oh somedays she's a rocker, a punk But at the end of day a woman with class