Denim

I've seen you running around this one horse town

I've caught you sneaking a peak with your aviators pulled down

Two-stepping 'round what we both know is a fire getting ready to light

Let's cut to the chase, looking at me that way

Damn so fly

Tobacco chew in back pew

You know that I thank the Lord

Them jeans could make a girl double take in line at the liquor store

Give me some of that Wrangler fever, gotta leave me wanting more

But I'd be lying if I said that denim didn't look better lyin' on the floor