Booty

[couchgrouch]

BootyHe useta browse ev'ry blouse in that Memphis roadhousewith his hungry eyesbut he'd pounce like a panther on a cowgirl dancercos the way they pivot pert near pulls the rivetson their tight Levi'slike a moth to the moon he'd float 'cross the roomfor the booty of a sweet little cutieyeah some like sweater candyit's legs that make others randyhe loved 'em all short n tallbut he liked to chase his brandyby chasin' that southern bootyhe almost stopped by that Rite-aid but late one Friday he parked by some nightshadewith a pair of willing hipsmoonlight on the treetops alone in his t-tophe took her love like a pirate ofthe Mississippthere was lightnin and thunder as that big boy plunderedthe booty of a sweet little cutieyeah some like sweater candyit's legs that make others randyhe loved 'em all short n tallbut he liked to chase his brandyby chasin' that southern bootywell, they useta barhop and stay out till dawnthen she just stopped and said it couldn't go onhe hoped she was kiddin and didn't know what to thinkthen he caught her-a-knittin a tiny pinkbootiefor a sweet little cutieyou know where the tale is headingthe preacher was sweatingat their red dress weddingbut they ain't spent a day since thenlooking back or regrettingcos she's got his back and he's got her booty(c)2006 Robert George