(Leslie Satcher, Tim Ryan Rouillier)

I've been watchin' you watchin' her
Watchin' herself in the mirror,
In her tailor-made dress
And her long blonde hair,
And her big diamond rings
And her custom-made shoes.

And I can by the look on your face
That you're makin' your move,
But she hasn't got time
For a man who's tongue-tied
And she doesn't like cowboys
And thinks less of fools.

Chorus:
So, boy, don't you saddle yourself
To a high-tone woman
She'll cut up your heart like an old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out
I've never seen an
Uptown, well-read, thorougbred, high-tone woman
Sink as low as you.

--- Instrumental ---

Hey, I'm on your side; don't go gettin' me wrong now
You're not a bad fellow at all
But you're out of her league
So stay in the bleachers
Son, you couldn't please her
If you had it all.

So, boy, don't you saddle yourself
To a high-tone woman
She'll cut up your heart like an old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.

Chorus:
You're a fool if you saddle yourself
To a high-tone woman (I seen her.)
I've seen her cut up a heart like an old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out
I've never seen an
Uptown, well-read, thorougbred, high-tone woman
Sink as low as you.

Oh no, I've never seen an
Uptown, well-read, thorougbred, high-tone woman
Sink as low as you...