She's had broken
conversations on moonlit nights
Tequila -stained carpets and
barroom fights
She shuffles her feet
across the desert sand
With a
Carlos
Casaneta novel in her hand
She dances to
Buck,
Elvis and
Merle
She's an aromatherapy cow
girl
Driving down the road and it feels
like heaven in a ragtag
Ford 1967 tumbleweeds
flying past your coffee cup at the
rattlesnake grill eat the sunny side up
let her read your cards and watch your future unfurl she's
an aromatherapy
It's an other spiritual revelation
She's dreamin' again
about savin' the nation
Incense, candles, herbs of the vine
Some old
George
Jones and some homemade wine
You can't tell her anything
she don't already know
She's
Las
Vegas' lucky man, she's on a roll
Got a
California bungalow she calls home
Next to a little honky -tonk
where she uses a phone
She's a one -step, two -step,
twelve -step pearl
She's an aromatherapy
cowgirl
Well, if she's had a bad day,
there's an explanation
It's
Mercury's fault when in retrogration
Her
Scorpio's a -risin' and she's
rockin' the house
But when the moon is full,
well then you better look out
For that one -step, two -step,
twelve -step girl
She's an
Aromatherapy
Cowgirl
She's undeniable,
so incredible
Meditational
Oh, oh, aromatherapy,
yeah, girl.
Woo!
Yeah!
Yeah!