Alaskan hideaway - with tacos

The cold winds in Alaska blow
As cold as the marble floor
I keep saying its not my fault
But my cowgirl says it is for sure

I am the fools fool
To think this madness aint real
I gotta get down of my high horse
And take control of the wheel

When the world gives you trouble
When you think you’re not macho
Just man up on real hot
Mexican tacos

We were at the top
of the love game
we were number one
We both felt the same

But that ole cowgirl
Got on another’s horse
Left me sat her crying
I had to set another course

Ch

So I’m sat here in the ice
The Alaskan sun sets
Eating me hot tacos
With no more regret