Barrel Racing

I get confused, take my eyes off the ball, I can't keep a job, but people like me-- don't want to lose me. They do lose me. I lose me. Can't keep my eye on the ball. I've picked up someone else along the way, some oddball stepsister with boring, mousy brown hair and forgetful. I can't seem to shake her. She wears cowboy boots and loves to barrel race.