Your love’s a bull, wild and untamed,

I’m holdin’ on, though my boots are half-maimed.

Eight seconds feels like a lifetime with you,

But I’m ridin’ this heart till the buzzer comes true.

I fell for you like a clown in a barrel,

Tumblin’ headfirst, my heart in a quarrel.

Your smile’s a lasso, it roped me in tight,

Now I’m spinnin’ like a spur on a rodeo night.

You’re a dust cloud kickin’ up in my dreams,

A buckle-shinin’ queen in old faded jeans.

Oh, my rodeo heart keeps buckin’ for you,

Like a bronc in the chute, I don’t know what to do.

You’re the thrill of the ride, the crowd’s roarin’ call,

My heart’s gonna rise or my heart’s gonna fall.

You’re a campfire flickerin’ under the moon,

I’m a fiddle playin’ that’s just a little off-tune.

Your kiss is like whiskey, it burns goin’ down,

But I’m chasin’ your fire all over this town.

I tried to walk away, but my boots won’t budge,

Like a steer in the mud, I’m struck by your grudge.

You’re the grand entry, all flags in the breeze,

And I’m prayin’ this cowboy won’t fall to his knees.

You’re a wild mustang runnin’ through my soul,

Got my heart in a gallop, and I’m losin’ control.

Oh, my rodeo heart keeps buckin’ for you,

Like a bronc in the chute, I don’t know what to do.

You’re the thrill of the ride, the crowd’s roarin’ call,

My heart’s gonna rise or my heart’s gonna fall.

Some folks say love’s a slow Sunday waltz,

But with you, it’s a stampede, no fault of my own.

Like a bull in the ring, you’re tearin’ up my plans,

I’m just holdin’ the reins with these tremblin’ hands.

Oh, my rodeo heart keeps buckin’ for you,

Like a bronc in the chute, I don’t know what to do.

You’re the thrill of the ride, the crowd’s roarin’ call,

My heart’s gonna rise or my heart’s gonna fall.

Yeah, my rodeo heart’s still kickin’ up dust,

Ridin’ for you, though my spurs start to rust.

You’re the loop of my rope, the star in my drawl,

My heart’s gonna rise or my heart’s gonna fall.

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