Well I can't lie, I couldn't wait
But it's half-past eight and you're late again
Well, I got those high heels on, and lace
And I spent two or three hours beatin' my face
So why? Could you explain?
I don't like being stood up
So what are you so afraid of?
'Cause you're missin' out
You're missin' out, you're missin' out
You're missin' out, you're missin' out on
So what are you so afraid of?
You're missin' out, you're missin' out
You ride those rank bulls and get first place
Eight seconds is all it takes
You got those silver spurs on
And chaps 'round your waist
Calloused hands, and dirt on your face
So why? Could you explain?
'Cause I can't lie I'm fed up
Why you always standin' me up?
I still wear the t-shirt that you gave me
So what are you so ashamed of?
But you won't let me near ya
But I'm here all the same
You're missin' out on good, good lovin'
So what are you so afraid of?
Tell me, what are you so afraid of?
'Cause you're missin' out on
You're missin' out, you're missin' out
Crowd go wild, claps for you
I clap too, I'm your biggest fan
And I get scared watchin' you
And the crowd gets wild, run to you
I run to you, I run to you, I run to you
I love you, I love you, I