Boots

Give me a woman in thigh-hi boots
With flaming red hair and dark brown roots
In a black leather corset laced up tight
Now that’s what I’d call a date tonight

I don’t want a woman with plastic curlers in her hair
In a orange flannel muumuu with a stomach out to there
I don’t want a woman who looks like a man in drag
Who drinks beer in her trailer and cackles like a hag

Give me the woman with legs that never end
Wearing stockings and garters that cling when she bends
With 5 inch red heels, strapless and sexy
With a movie star name like Dallas or Lexi

You are an adrenaline rush
I love to watch you blush
In places nobody else can see
I’m fascinated by your wiggle
I love to hear you giggle
Feel free to come on over and play with me

She has to look fine, I won’t take any less
And she has to love my beer belly the best
She has to put up with my drinking and swearin’
And not nit pick over what I might be wearin’

If I wear my plaid shirt and my hot pink tie
I still want her on my lap with my hand on her thigh
She has to look good in a feather boa and leather
She has to find me as handsome as Fabio and Schwarzenegger put together

You are an adrenaline rush
I love to watch you blush
In places nobody else can see
I’m fascinated by your wiggle
I love to hear you giggle
Feel free to come on over and play with me

Zorel
Copyright 2006