Everytime
Every time a country awards show comes on my TV
I'm forced to put up with some choreography
I really like She*Daisy and Sara Evans is mighty fine
But I prefer my country music without all that bump and grind
So Shania put some clothes on
Stop prancin' all around
And Mark Miller I get dizzy watching you spin with Sawyer Brown
Even Jo Dee Messina's shaking her hips and all of her red
But if George Strait starts dancing somebody
Miss Emma Peel
I come home late at night
On the floor to turn you on
I check for tint and Technicolor
After you there is no other
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokes model starlet
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for
Miss Emma Peel
I sit beside her in the evening
And watch her rerun secrets by my ears
Cat eyes watch with British humor
Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokes model starlet
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel