Dressed in Black Denim

She was dressed in black denim
Boots were nearly knee high
And her legs
Going up to where
I shouldn’t say

But I like my woman
As soft as a kitten
And as gentle
As a butterfly’s wings
I like my woman
As soft as a kitten
Just doing those feminine things

She said, stranger let’s dance
But first you can by me a beer
Well I looked around me
To see who was behind me
But no one else was there

I just like my woman
As soft as a kitten
And as gentle
As a butterfly’s wings
I like my woman
As soft as a kitten
Just doing those feminine things

We have three little children
Molly’s the oldest
Jimmy is in the middle
And our baby
We call little Sue

And I still like my woman
As soft as a kitten
And as gentle
As a butterfly’s wings
I like my woman
As soft as a kitten
Just doing those feminine things

She still rides her Harley
She still wears black denim
With boots nearly up to here knee
But I know within me
That this is the right woman for me

And I still like my woman
As soft as a kitten
And as gentle
As a butterfly’s wings
I like my woman
As soft as a kitten
Just doing those feminine things

 

 

 

 

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