You've got some nerve,
Calling me up and asking where I've been.
And if you think I'm going tell you,
Boy, you've got another thing coming.
So take your stray cat act out of my house,
And back to the streets.
And find yourself the kind of girl
who gets off on her own insecurity.
You leave the door wide open when you go,
So you can crawl back in—you think I didn't know.
But I'm older than I look,
I've been around this block a few times,
And it's not my first rodeo.
No, it's not my first rodeo
No, it's not my first rodeo
Whoa-oh!
You've got some nerve,
Calling me up and asking where I've been.
And if you think I'm going tell you,
Boy, you've got another thing coming.
You leave the door wide open when you go,
So you can crawl back in—you think I didn't know.
But I'm older than I look,
I've been around this block a few times,
And it's not my first rodeo.
No, it's not my first rodeo.
No, it's not my first rodeo.
Whoa-oh!
Pick up your shit,
I'm locking the door.
It's not my first rodeo.
No, it's not my first rodeo.
