I'm sorry if I wear mascara and I paint my toenails red
I'm sorry if I use bad language and I smoke cigarettes in bed
But I was raised in the city on the wrong side of the tracks
No-one ever did nothing for me I never give no thanks
I'm a proud proud to be a honky woman proud to be who I am
Looking for a honky man looking for a honky man
I'm sorry if the street I came from people say what they mean
I'm sorry for the way I was raised but I can't help what I've been
You see the kids that I grew up with they didn't get much education
Just third rate low class dead end people bottom of the barrel station
I'm a proud proud to be a honky woman proud to be who I am
Looking for a honky man looking for a honky man
Never chose the time or place I was born
Never had the choice to be rich or poor
Had to do what I can to use what I am
And after it all I turned out to be proud
I'm a proud proud to be a honky woman proud to be who I am
Looking for a honky man looking for a honky man
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