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Can I cut in on a dance?You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' forIn that little MexicanYou can't mix your tearsWith those from an agave plantYou see I've danced with myselfAnd he's never been a friendYou go believin' in your LancelotWell it's all in vainAnd you're chasin' picket fences,There's always hell to payI met many a girl in hereWith the same story lineAll them boys on those white horsesDon't know how to rideBut I got a pain outside with enough giddyupTo be freeI got a faint smell of cheap perfumeAnd a hint of gasolineSee I'm a different kind of knightYou're gonna find your fairy tales are liesI don't have a white horseBut you can come along for the rideLetras de cancionesShe said "I'm tired of living life in a romance bookI think chivalry's deadAnd I ain't gonna lookFor them roundtable boys on the white horseThat can't get the story right."I said "as luck would have itI was tossed by the throneI let my merry hair downSome years agoAnd I traded my coat of armsFor a guitar and some broken yellow lines."But I got a pain outside with enough giddyupTo be freeI got a faint smell of cheap perfumeAnd a hint of gasolineSee I'm a different kind of knightYou're gonna find your fairy tales are liesI don't have a white horseBut you can come along for the rideShe kinda shifted in her seat a little bitThe thought of every eye on her bee-stung lipsAnd she raised that glass and the limeAnd she kissed them goodbyeShe said "promise me you'll take it slowAnd swear no talk of tomorrowAnd when you feel me tighten around youWell you can let the hammer down."And I got a pain outside with enough giddyupTo be freeI got a faint smell of cheap perfumeAnd a hint of gasolineSee I'm a different kind of knightYou're gonna find your fairy tales are all liesI don't have a white horseOhBut you can come along for the ride From Letras Mania