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 else's,
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 to her,
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.
