Boots and Bling

Cowgirl strut, spurs gleam in the moon,

Whiskey eyes sharper than a coyote’s tune.

She’s the queen of the bar, jukebox on fire,

Stompin’ in boots, her heels spark desire.

Red lipstick, she paints the town,

Every man’s heartbeat gets knocked down.

Boots and bling, she runs the scene,

Crown in her walk, outlaw queen.

Heartbreak’s her anthem, love’s her fling,

Ain’t no taming that wild, wild thing.

Her laugh cuts deeper than a steel guitar,

Honey-dripped venom in a Mason jar.

Swagger so loud, silence ain’t a choice,

Even the wind stops to hear her voice.

She ropes in hearts, lassoed by her stare,

Leaving trails of dreams scattered everywhere.

She’s sweet tea poison, a paradox blend,

Trouble in denim, the start and the end.

Boots and bling, she runs the scene,

Crown in her walk, outlaw queen.

Heartbreak’s her anthem, love’s her fling,

Ain’t no taming that wild, wild thing.

Her shadow’s a legend, her smile’s a sin,

A riddle wrapped tight in leathered skin.

Tornado of charm, no shelter can hold,

She’s the story you tell when you’re wrinkled and old.