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She lives for the nightlife and trashy tattoos She loves country music and broken-in boots Nobody can blame her for the chip on her shoulder She finds plenty of pool-table cowboys to hold her Her daddy says she was destined for sadness Her Grandmama Lily's to blame for the madness The only forever she knew ended tragic So she'll fall for the night while the neon light flashes If I could trade love like Cheyenne If I could be just as cold as the beer in her hand If I could move men and mountains with a wink and a grin Oh, if I could treat love like Cheyenne She knows how to make him wild in the eyes Comes on like a fever and sets him on fire I bet she won't even cry when it's over She's fast like a train, nobody can slow her If I could trade love like Cheyenne If I could be just as cold as the beer in her hand If I could move men and mountains with a wink and a grin Oh, if I could treat love like Cheyenne I wish I could treat love like Cheyenne From Letras Mania