Well, he's a no good for nothing But she wishes he was good for something Besides his behind looking so fine In those wragler jeans Well all her friends can't help but stare At his blue denim derie'er Wish that they were in her boots If you know what i mean And it may sound crazy But those wrangler butts Drive the cowgirls nuts Well he lays around all day long Stays out at night until the break of dawn Comes crawling in dragging Mud across her floor Well she'd love to kick him out But she can't help but thinking about All the women who are waiting line For his 33/34's And it may sound crazy But those wrangler butts It aint healthy if they fit too tight You know this could hurt a man By the end of the night It's a powerful thing If they fit just right All the ladies know it's a mighty beautiful sight Well he's never been one for anything That involves books He aint got much going for him besides his good looks You see he always stays in trouble When it comes down to romance It aint a joke when they say the boy Survives by the seat of his pants And it may sound crazy But those wrangler butts Drive the cowgirls nuts Yes it may sound crazy But those wrangler butts Drive the cowgirls nuts Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
