Calvin Klein's Got Nothin' On Her

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Calvin Klein’s Got Nothin’ On HerShe hails from a ‘bama holler way out in the booniesShe ain’t never seen no Sak’s Fifth Avenue or Bloomie’sSince her mama showed her how to make those cowhide britchesMy eyes are stuck to her tight jeans like those cat-gut stitchesCos the Devil hisself designed her buttAnd she don’t need no designer dudsCalvin Klein’s got nothin’ on herAll she’s got on is skin n furYeah, she’s a wild girl, from a different worldThat necklace is possum bone, not pearlCalvin Klein’s got nothin’ on herWell, I picked her up and we four-wheeled out to the hot springsAnd her deer-skin top was spicey as a tub of hot wingsWith her so close and still house rye in my can of RockstarLust hopped my train of thought like a hobo on a boxcarShe slipped into that water stark raving nudeAnd unless that fashion king makes birthday suitsCalvin Klein’s got nothin’ on herAll she’s got on is skin n furYeah, she’s a wild girl, from a different worldThat necklace is possum bone, not pearlCalvin Klein’s got nothin’ on herThen I slipped in, wearin’ just a grin‘less that fancy brand, made my farm boy handsCalvin Klein’s got nothing’ on herAll she’s got on is skin n furYeah, she’s a wild girl, from a different worldThat necklace is possum bone, not pearlCalvin Klein’s got nothin’ on her©2007 Robert George