I keep her anger cocked and ready
Tucked in her stylin' holster
I draw the line in pretty colors
Just to dare some fool to cross her
Keep her righteousness on simmer
Though it's tastier on a boil
Her tongue stays nice and sharp
The tighter she stays coiled

I love to let her lay around
Blowin' deadlines once again
Stock her up with lame excuses
For things she meant to send
I make her blow her diet
'Til she slips to full-on binge
Then I up her shame about it
'Cause she looks so cute unhinged

I got her where she is today
But do I get respect?
She claims she's so above it now
She keeps all that mess in check
Recovery's a fickle beast
You better stick to what you know
And I'm always ridin' shotgun, baby
Just waitin' for you to you to blow

Don't matter how much time you got
It's still a slippery ledge
You gotta keep an eye on every step
When there's no more bets to hedge
You can whine and boast, and cut and run
And fall down on your knees
But if it ain't the full surrender, baby
Mmm, it's all the same to me

It's funny how a little doubt'll muddle up her way
It only takes some darker thoughts to wreck her sunny day
I let her draw love close enough to see she really cares
But no way do they get inside, in case there's no one there

No one there

I got her where she is today
But do I get respect?
She claims she's so above it now
She keeps all that mess in check
Recovery's a fickle beast
You better stick to what you know
'Cause I'm always ridin' shotgun, baby
Just waitin' for you to you blow

Mm-hmm
Da-na-da
Waitin' for you, baby
Waitin' for you to blow

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): Bonnie Raitt