different kind of knight

can i cut in on a dance?

you ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for

in that little mexican. you can't mix your tears

with those from an agave plant

you see i've danced with him myself

and he's never been a friend. you go believin' in your lancelot

well it's all in vain

and you're chasin' picket fences

there's always hell to pay. i met many a girl in here

with the same story line-

all them boys on those white horses

don't know how to ride. but i got a paint outside with enough giddyup

to be free. i got a faint smell of cheap perfume

and a hint of gasoline. see i'm a different kind of knight

you're gonna find your fairy tales are lies. i don't have a white horse

but you can come along for the ride. she said

i'm tired of living life in a romance book