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