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 that too right bid That 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