Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Oh Cowboy

The early bird doesn’t catch the next worm
But is cross-eyed instead
You turn around in my bed
And use it against me
You don’t want to go, no, you let yourself go
And become so terribly honest
But your honesty bores me
And boredom is dangerous

We spent the last night:
A pillowfight that made us stubborn
I fell asleep with a butterfly
And woke up with a caterpillar
You brush my stomach
And your words climb to my head
The fact you’re still turning mine now
Is on a knife’s edge

Oh cowboy, pack your boots and then get out
The mood’s spoiled, don’t praise the night before morning
Oh cowboy, take your hat and go home
I’ve heard enough of it and I’m not putting up with it anymore

You tear out an eyelash and make a wish
But nothing’s coming from it
Because as much as I’d like to play poker
You let yourself peek at the cards too often
You speak narrow-mindedly and gossip
But whoever bitches and moans, loses
And my ears are getting hoarse
And my skull’s exploding

Oh cowboy, pack your boots and then get our
I didn’t sign for your Cloud Nine
Oh cowboy, take your hat and go home
I’ve heard enough of it and I’m not putting up with it anymore

Oh cowboy, take your boots and go back home
I’m falling for your tricks, now you’re coming apart at the seams
Oh cowboy, take your hat and go home
I’ve heard enough of it and I’m not putting up with it anymore