Tabbed By Larry Mofle [email protected] 7/25/2004 I?ve got ripped up jeans and raw hide boots Stiletto heels and a thousands moods I?m at home in my pickup somebody's stretch limo In the southern sun I've been know to faint But don't underestimate my strength If I'm backed in a corner I can hold my own On a Sunday drive I'm a NASCAR race And when the sun goes down that's when I pick up the pace I like livin' it up and letting my hair down A little tequila gets me unwound I like to party and make a lot of noise just like one of the boys I need my space but I'm cool in a crowd I like listenin' to Mozart rockin' it out Just gimme a camp fire and I'll be the last to go home I love begin' in love but I just can't commit Like keepin' it simple but I must admit On the buckin' bronco of life even I have been thrown I love kittens and paintin' my toes But when the sun goes down what I like most Chorus Bridge: Sugar and spice and soft as a lamb Snake and snails and tuff as a man And I like who I am Chorus There's a lot more to me than perfume and poise I'm just one of the boys