Dressing America

I know you like to keep us wondering
I know that you feel every eye on you
In any given room
You tend to keep your kitchen willing
And when we all go home, it quiets enough
To crack you up

You think that I don't know
That you stay cold
Come on
You're always telling me
I don't know who you are
Come on, woman

I tend to sleep with my boots on
Should I need to gallop over dark waters
To you on short notice
To you on short notice

You tend to keep the scales tippin'
One steady eye narrowing on a clock
That's spinning out
It's easier for you to insist
That I can't remember
Than you can't forget

You think that I don't know
You don't want to be alone
Come on
You're always telling me
I don't know who you are
Come on, woman

I tend to sleep with my boots on
Should I need to gallop over dark waters
To you on short notice
To you on short notice
To you on short notice
To you on short notice