Lavender Cowgirl Lyrics

Thea Gilmore Lavender Cowgirl

I've got these watches, one for each time zone
“How does it feel,” Remy says, “to be on your own?”
Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone

Well I'm bigger than you at nearly six feet tall
I must always be out when the company calls
But see this rusty spade gonna dig a grave inside us all

See, it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's
Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's
Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's
Cold for a lavender cowgirl

We're all the dissidents in this asylum
I've got numbers, but no one to dial 'em
Here's me squeaking and doing my crocodile run

And I'm a postcard of everything that I've seen
Just a shadow of hot air and steam
But I wouldn't touch me, got no idea where I've been

And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's
Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's
Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's
Cold for a lavender cowgirl

I want imagination
You say we all sound the same
Well that's put us in our place
But you're still caught in the rain
With a lavender cowgirl

We're in and out on… it's in a costume night
I'm sick and tired of being polite
I can't keep time but I keep looking for a fight

That's why I've got these watches, one for each time zone
“How does it feel,” he says, “to be on your own?”
Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone
A dog and a ringing telephone
A dog and a ringing telephone