You got some nerve
Calling me up and asking where I've been
And if you think I'm gonna tell you
Boy, you got another thing comin'
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 insecurities
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
Woahoh
You got some nerve
Calling me up and asking where I've been
And if you think I'm gonna tell you
Boy, you got another thing comin'
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
Woahoh
Pack up your shit, I'm locking the door (it's not my first rodeo, no, it's not my first rodeo)
Pack up your shit, I'm locking the door (it's not my first rodeo, no, it's not my first rodeo)
No, it's not my first rodeo (no, it's not my first rodeo)
No, it's not my first rodeo
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