Make yourself pretty for your boyfriend, Cause his your
boyfriend, Your gorgeous boyfriend. Hitch up your skirt for your
boyfriend, Cause his your boyfriend and no-one elses, No-ones got
the tongue of my sweet girlfriend that moves so swiftly inside my
mouth,And no-ones got the legs of my sweet girlfriend that wrap
around me and pull me toher, It was God who told me to, God who
told me to. Long nights, short skirts, high heels taunt my eyes,
But I'm alright since god is on my side, My head falls below
her soft white thighs, But I'm alright since god is on my
side. And could she be the one, to fall for this dirty rotten
farmers son, Oh her ankle chain it teases, makes me feel like I
am twenty one, And my poor tired eyes could do with some rest,
Just place my weary hands upon her chest.