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Wanted, someone who kissed me
And held me closely, then stole my heart
Wanted, someone I trusted
Who gave no warning we'd ever part
She was last seen hiding out in someone's arms
He knew nothing of the danger in her charms
A jury may find her guilty
But I'd forgive her if I could see
A signed confession that she's repented
And really wanted no one but me
Wanted, someone who kissed me
And held me closely, then stole my heart
Wanted, someone I trusted
Who gave no warning that we'd ever part
She was last seen hiding out in someone's arms
He knew nothing of the danger in her charms
A jury may find her guilty
But I'd forgive her if I could see
A signed confession that she's repented
And really wanted no one but me

(3:22)
Written by Stephen Stills
(c) 1990 Gold Hill Music (ASCAP)
She's one of the guys, yeah and you can trust her.
Tell her anything.
She's so alive, she can shoot pool.
And she can really drive, she ain't afraid of nothin'
`Cept maybe boys with their minds on lovin'.
Tomboy, always with the wrong boy.
You need a strong boy, Tomboy, Tomboy.
I don't understand, she's never been close
To a lovin' man, she goes all a -quiver over these fools
That won't bother with her, she's so fine.
What can't I do with this love of mine?
Tomboy, always with the wrong boy.
You need a strong boy, Tomboy, Tomboy.
She's got a heart of gold, givin' you everything
Put herself on hold, thinks she can laugh enough
So you never see what she's coverin' up in her world.
There's thousands of friends and one lonely girl.
Tomboy, always with the wrong boy.
You need a strong boy, Tomboy, Tomboy.
Recorded at The Record Plant, Studio I (January 24th `90)
Lead Vocals: Stephen Stills
Drums and Synth bass: Joe Vitale
Bass: Bob Glaub
Keyboards: Stephen Stills
Electric Guitars: Stephen Stills, David Crosby
Acoustic Guitar: Graham Nash

Take my life
What's my life like?
What's my work like?
How do I pass time?
Open my eyes so I might see mine
So I'll be with mine
No matter what it takes
Take my life so high

Me nah have another dude, this is just me
I don't give a shit what you think about me
I am not a rebel I was born to be free
A cool ass chick you should get to know me
Bring it to me baby but you gotta bring your best
Down to do it anyway, can you handle this
Not easily impressed, they call me...
We don't kiss and tell when it comes to the
Cause we a good gyal, not... only man though
And we don't play around
And when we head town, man them man go town run
Places ah go burn, burn down
Tomboy, tomboy, tomboy, tomboy
Tomboy, tomboy, tomboy, tomboy
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Love hardwork, hardplay, harder
Boys shorts high props, price beater
That's the slight when we touch go
But gyal always on the go
We know how to keep it sexy
We know when to put them heels on
We know when to be a lady
And yes we run the...
Cause we a good gyal, not... only man though
And we don't play around
And when we head town, man them man go town run
Places ah go burn, burn down
Tomboy, tomboy, tomboy, tomboy
Tomboy, tomboy, tomboy, tomboy
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me
Wanna put me in a box you gotta kill me
Ride the beat go crazy for me

Little white shoes, little white pearls
Little white lacy dress
Dirt on the cheek, skinned up knees
A pretty little muddy mess
Sittin' on the bank of the creek out back
After Sunday church
With a reel and a rod, daddy's tackle box
And a big ol' can of worms
Mama tried her very best
But daddy's little girl ain't all sugar
Daddy's little girl sure got spice
She'd rather be down in the dust and dirt
Playin' by her own rules
Fix her hair in curls and bows
She's still gonna play with the G.I. Joes
No pink Malibu Barbie toys
Daddy's little girl is a tomboy
She won't have time for paintin' her nails
Or Glamour Magazine
She'll have a four wheel drive, pickup truck
A subscription to Field and Stream
Torn up jeans and a baseball cap
With her head up under the hood
But Friday night when she lets her hair down
She sure does clean up good
All the guys will turn their heads
'Cause daddy's little girl ain't all sugar
Daddy's little girl sure got spice
She'd rather be down in the dust and dirt
Playin' by her own rules
Instead of shakin' those pom poms, kickin' up her heels
She'll be kickin' that football down the field
Come on, everybody make some noise
Daddy's little girl is a tomboy, yeah
Mama tried her very best
But daddy's little girl ain't all sugar
Daddy's little girl sure got spice
She'd rather be down in the dust and dirt
Playin' by her own rules
Instead of rockin' that baby doll in her arms
She'll be rockin' it out on the lead guitar
Come on, everybody make some noise
Daddy's little girl is a tomboy, yeah
I'm a tomboy