(Liz Anderson)      Ride, ride, ride   Ride, ride, ride   If you don't want me, baby   If you're not satisfied   If you don't care, get on your horse   And ride, ride, ride.      Since you got on your high horse   Those fancy friends you found   You have a hard time seeing me   You're always looking down.      If you don't want me, baby   If you're not satisfied   If you don't care, get on your horse   And ride, ride, ride.      You talk about me honey   You try to tear me down   But while you're throwing dirt at me   You're slowly losing ground.      I'll have your second fiddle   Returned to you today   'Cause, baby, that's one instrument   I never learned to play...