This is a sarcastic song about "Rambo Type" movies that Cheryl made up while in Nashville around 1988. She went down there to co-write a song, but wasn't having a good experience. I get the impression that she really didn't like the idea of co-writing a song with somebody, which might have contributed to the situation. (She later co-wrote Orbiting Jupiter with Janis Ian, and seemed to enjoy that.)

One evening in her hotel room, she was watching one of those macho movies where the men don't want to fight but are always forced into it, and women who can't run more than a few steps without falling down. This song is about those kinds of movies.