he had a long day and a long drive had a bad year and a lonely life he pulled into the town at half past five saw “dancing girls!” on the neon sign
truck stop shower, pomade, and a comb going-out-shoes and cheap cologne packed his bag in the truck, walked across the road stopped in for a look at the local show
well she was rolling on the stage when he walked inside red hair on the floor and one leg up high he thought she probably tastes like strawberry milk she wore pink leather boots and not much else pink leather boots and not much else
he got himself a beer from a girl at the bar his mind starts racing and he's seeing stars now she's shaking her hips, now she's on the floor if this isn't love, honey, what's love for?
he's digging in his pocket for a pile of cash gonna buy her a big pink cadillac gonna drive her around with the seats way back and those pink leather boots up on the dash pink leather boots up on the dash
now the future spreads before him like a highway in his head he'll take her home to meet his mom, he'll take her out to meet his friends and still she'll have those pink boots on when they cuddle up in bed those pink leather boots and not much else pink leather boots and not much else
well he's thinking about rings and a house he'd build a big texas farm with a couple of children a roadside stand and a herd of cows selling pink leather boots and strawberry milk pink leather boots and strawberry milk pink leather bootsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
