I been watchin´ you watchin´ her watchin´ herself in the mirror, In her tailor-made dress an´ her long blonde hair, An´ her big diamond rings... her custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you´re makin´ your move, But she hasn´t got time for a man who´s tongue-tied. An´ she doesn´t like cowboys an´ thinks less of fools.
So, boy, don´t you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. She´ll cut up your heart like an´ old credit card, When the fun and the money runs out. I´ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred, High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Hey, I´m on your side; don´t go gettin´ me wrong, now... You´re not a bad fellow at all.
But you´re out of her league so stay in the bleachers... Son, you couldn´t please her if you had it all.
So, boy, don´t you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. She´ll cut up your heart like an´ old credit card, When the fun and the money runs out.
You´re a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. (I seen her.) I´ve seen her cut up a heart like an´ old credit card, When the fun and the money runs out. I´ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred, High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Oh no, I´ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred, High-tone woman sink as low as you.