She Wears Me Out(When She Wears Those Jeans)

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She Wears Me Out(When She Wears Those Jeans)My girl's got things in her closetthat could make sinners from saintsshe wears a tight leather jacketlike a new coat of paintbut she's got a pair of Wrangler'sshe needs to shoehorn 'em onwhen I see 'em I start pantinglike a pup for a boneshe wears me out when she wears those jeansjust a few minutes and I'm breathing low and meanI'm a hard working man,there ain't much I can't standbut she wears me out when she wears those jeansher jeans lay in a bundleby the bedpost on the floorflames are dancing on the candlesas she pulls something from her drawerit's dark n soft n laceyand clings to her skin so tightI know why it's called a nightieone look and I last all nightshe wears me out when she wears black silkO I can't help it, it's as smooth as buttermilkI'm a hard working man,there ain't much I can't standbut she wears me out when she wears black silkwhen she gets a wicked grinI know it's gonna be wildcos my baby wears me outwhen she wears that smilenow here it is...a brand new morningmy head's fulla restful dreamsthen my poor heart starts-a-poundingwhen she slips on those jeansyeah, she wears me out when she wears those jeansjust a few minutes and I'm breathing low and meanI'm a hard working man,there ain't much I can't standbut she wears me out when she wears those jeans(c)2004 Robert George