| You can unload a six shooter |
| You’re handy with your gun |
| You can last more than eight seconds |
| You can lasso on the run |
| Rocking a big shiny belt buckle |
| No dirt on them boots |
| When you moseyed your way over here |
| Betcha thought I’d be your fool |
| Think you’re a cowboy? |
| Giddy up, get in the saddle |
| Think you’re tough, well baby get straddled |
| Hold on tight cause I got the reins |
| Spurs and ropes, and leathers and chains |
| Giddy up for a love bipolar |
| Buck-a-ruin your life uh-oh yeah |
| Hate to say that I told you so |
| I’m an emotional rodeo |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| I’m an emotional rodeo |
| You keep saying you’ve been taming wilder ones than me |
| But I ain’t playing, it’s not a game, this is the big league |
| Riding high, you think you’re flying, 'til you kiss the ground |
| But like a red rag to a bull, ain’t no stopping you now |
| Think you’re a cowboy? |
| Giddy up, get in the saddle |
| Think you’re tough, well baby get straddled |
| Hold on tight cause I got the reins |
| Spurs and ropes, and leathers and chains |
| Giddy up for a love bipolar |
| Buck-a-ruin your life uh-oh yeah |
| Hate to say that I told you so |
| I’m an emotional rodeo |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| I’m an emotional rodeo |
| I ain’t a bucking bronco |
| I’m the real thing don’t you know |
| Come on cowboy… |
| Giddy up, get in the saddle |
| Think you’re tough, well baby get straddled |
| Hold on tight cause I got the reins |
| Spurs and ropes, and leathers and chains |
| Giddy up for a love bipolar |
| Buck-a-ruin your life uh-oh yeah |
| Hate to say that I told you so |
| I’m an emotional rodeo |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| I’m an emotional rodeo |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| Oooh ooh ooh |
| I’m an emotional rodeo |