Loving a cowgirl is like trying to tame wildfire
They are an inferno, blazing with desire
They are the waning firestorm cowboys watch for
But nothing the poor men do can save them from her anymore
Once she singes her name on their heart
Their strength cannot compute to this cowgirl, she is fiery and bold like a beautiful art
She can shift direction faster than waves in the ocean
Or hypnotize their souls in one swift motion 
Her flirting can dismantle the smoothest men
You know she is coming for you, you just never know when 
Loving a cowgirl is no easy task 
She hides her yearning though a tough mask
A mask full of envy, strength and desire
A mask to hide her from all watching eyes 
Cowgirls are not the fuel to the fire.
They are the wildfire just waiting to ignite.