(L.Lane)

I like a man with low–hung jeans

Tilted hat and a face that’s mean

I like a man who’s good with his hands

He’s rough and dirty

But his teeth are clean

I like a man who’s tall and lean with a stride that’s art you must see to believe

Rustler, wrangler, cowboy, chief

I like a man who can ride me like the wind

I like a man’s man

I like a man who always knows where he is

He’s guided by the very nature of things

I like a man who’s fast and sleek

His mind is his weapon

His tongue is his whip

I like a man’s man

I like a man with a taste for drink

Eyes wild as fire prepared for anything

I like a man who respects his whore

I like a man boots and all