Ride, Ride, Ride
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
Monta, Monta, Monta
Monta, monta, monta
Monta, monta, monta
Si no me quieres, nena
Si no estás satisfecha
Si no te importa, súbete a tu caballo
Y monta, monta, monta.
Desde que te subiste a tu alto caballo
Esos amigos elegantes que encontraste
Tienes dificultades para verme
Siempre estás mirando hacia abajo.
Si no me quieres, nena
Si no estás satisfecha
Si no te importa, súbete a tu caballo
Y monta, monta, monta.
Hablas de mí, cariño
Intentas derribarme
Pero mientras me estás tirando tierra
Estás perdiendo terreno lentamente.
Te devolveré tu segundo violín
Hoy mismo
Porque, nena, ese es un instrumento
Que nunca aprendí a tocar.