There's a puritan who lives in my head
Who wants to lay roses down on every single word you've said
Who wants to be guided by
Some strange lullaby
She swore she heard you singing

She wants to coat every wall in a white coat of paint
She wants to go down on you
As an offering to the saints
She wants to put her back into
Them things that been breaking you
All in the name of healing

But she knows something's missing

Cowgirls, cowgirls
Go on and get your blues
Cowgirls, cowgirls
Go on and get your
Go on and get your blues

There's a woman in me
That sees the fire
While the rest see smoke
She hears the painful truth
At the root of your dirty jokes
She wants to claim owner to
The man sleeping inside of you
While the boy runs wicked