Cowboy Hat
by Brianna lane 2003
I wear my Sunday best
When it looks like the day
Is not in my favor
I get dressed up
I wear my cowboy hat
When looks in the mirror
Are turning back voices
Telling me that
I’m sick and I’m vain
I’m telling myself once again
I’m so sweet and pretty
I try to believe but I can’t
In my cowboy hat
In my cowboy hat
You wear my favorite T
My heart pinned on your pocket
Just like a flower
Dance with me
And you wear your only tie
Take my hand gently
Look at me sweetly
In the eye
how great would this be
if it wasn’t just a dream
it’s all, pretend
it’s only make believe
In my cowboy hat
In my cowboy hat
I am a cowboy
She is a queen
This love is only…
Make me believe