I might be your cocaine cowgirl|I might be your highway queen|Might be your wife or the girl-next-door|Who broke your heart at just sixteen||Maybe I'm a little like your mother|Or a song she sang when you were just a child|The way I move reminds you of another lover|Or maybe just the sadness in her smile||But I'm gonna let you love me|You're gonna let me lead you on |I'm gonna leave you so lonely|You're still not gonna know me when I'm gone||Underneath these echos I'm a stranger|And come tomorrow a stranger I'll remain|Falling for a vision is the danger stranger|A temporary fix from all the pain||'Cause I'm not your cocaine cowgirl|Don't wanna be your highway queen|I can't be your wife or your mistress|And I know I'm not the girl you think you've seen||But I'm still gonna let you love me|You're still gonna let me lead you on|I'm still gonna leave you lonely|And you're still not gonna know me when I'm gone||