Can I cut in on a dance?   You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for   In that little Mexican   You can't mix your tears   With those from an agave plant   You see I've danced with myself   And he's never been a friend      You go believin' in your Lancelot   Well it's all in vain   And you're chasin' picket fences,   There's always hell to pay   I met many a girl in here   With the same story line   All them boys on those white horses   Don't know how to ride      But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup   To be free   I got a faint smell of cheap perfume   And a hint of gasoline   See I'm a different kind of knight   You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies   I don't have a white horse   But you can come along for the ride      She said "I'm tired of living life in a romance book   I think chivalry's dead   And I ain't gonna look   For them roundtable boys on the white horse   That can't get the story right."      I said "as luck would have it   I was tossed by the throne   I let my merry hair down   Some years ago   And I traded my coat of arms   For a guitar and some broken yellow lines."      But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup   To be free   I got a faint smell of cheap perfume   And a hint of gasoline   See I'm a different kind of knight   You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies   I don't have a white horse   But you can come along for the ride      She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit   The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips   And she raised that glass and the lime   And she kissed them goodbye      She said "promise me you'll take it slow   And swear no talk of tomorrow   And when you feel me tighten around you   Well you can let the hammer down."      And I got a pain outside with enough giddyup   To be free   I got a faint smell of cheap perfume   And a hint of gasoline   See I'm a different kind of knight   You're gonna find your fairy tales are all lies   I don't have a white horse   Oh   But you can come along for the ride