Lyrics:

Songwriters: Manna, Kristi; Myrick, Danny; Perlozi, Darla

I've got a thing, a sorta mild fascination
A little daydream about a hot lookin', hard workin', chiseled hunk of temptation
All right, I must tell it's more like a not so innocent obsession
I see a rough, rugged, all-day-muscles-achin', needs a little love makin'
Girls, you know what I'm sayin'

I like a real man
Who likes to use his hands
Knows how to get it done
Knows when I'm ready
Blame it on hormones or pheromones,
But like a fine gelone, man turns me on
When he gets sweaty
You might like 'em all cleaned up and pretty
I like my cowboys dirty

Ain't talkin' wedding
Ain't talkin' honeymoonin' down in the Bahamas
I see him bustin' through the door, next thing you know, we're on the kitchen floor
Doing things I can't tell my mama

I like a real man
Who likes to use his hands
Knows how to get it done
Knows when I'm ready
Blame it on hormones or pheromones,
But like a fine gelone, man turns me on
When he gets sweaty
You might like 'em all cleaned up and pretty
I like my cowboys dirty

I like a real man
Who likes to use his hands
Knows how to get it done
Knows when I'm ready
Blame it on hormones or pheromones,
But like a fine gelone, man, it turns me on
When he gets sweaty
You might like 'em all cleaned up and pretty
I like my cowboys dirty

Yes, I do
I like my cowboys (I like my cowboys)
How 'bout you (I like my cowboys)