I'm sitting at the bar, my cowboy hat hanging loosely over my eyes so no one knows it's me. Because fuck, when the girls find out I'm the one under the hat?

They go mad. Hang off my arm like I'm a tree and they're a koala. And it fucking pisses me off when they start whisperin' in my ear like we're telling secrets.

So the hat stays on at all times. Only comes off when I'm at the ranch or with someone no one could possibly know who I am.

Cause I got a ranch to run and don't need no girl distractin' me and throwin' me off my game.

Someone taps the microphone and it makes a loud noise, and for once, I advert my gaze to the stage- where the fucking most gorgeous girl I've ever fucking seen is standing.

Long legs- cowboy boots, short skirt and a cowboy hat perched on her curly blonde hair. Even from here, I can see the line of her breasts- and her blue fucking eyes.

My fuck, if I were some sort of player, I know who I'd go for. And even after one fuck I know I wouldn't have enough of her.