[Verse 1] He's never run of the mill Never realizing he steals the show He's got his own classic feel Drawn to his flame and I can't let go
[Pre-Chorus] Cut from a different cloth He don't know what he's got
[Chorus] He's a worn-out leather jacket Hand in his back pocket A black cat on the fourth of July He's bottled Coca Cola Leaned up against a Nova 8-track outta '75 He's a snapshot in time, he's a polaroid Yeah my baby is corduroy
[Verse 2] He's got that old vintage flair Something about him I can't explain I'd go with him anywhere Turn on some throwback like him on replay [Pre-Chorus] Cut from a different cloth And I know what I got
[Chorus] He's a worn-out leather jacket Hand in his back pocket A black cat on the fourth of July He's bottled Coca Cola Leaned up against a Nova 8-track outta '75 He's a snapshot in time, he's a polaroid Yeah my baby is corduroy
[Pre-Chorus] Cut from a different cloth He don't know what he's got
[Chorus] He's a worn-out leather jacket Hand in his back pocket A black cat on the fourth of July He's bottled Coca Cola Leaned up against a Nova 8-track outta '75 He's a snapshot in time, he's a polaroid Yeah my baby is corduroy He's a worn-out leather jacket Hand in his back pocket A black cat on the fourth of July He's bottled Coca Cola Leaned up against a Nova Thank God he's mine He's a snapshot in time, he's a polaroid Yeah my baby is corduroyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.