Wilma Lou

I watch you most every night
See you in the front porch lights
You and him sittin' in a swing
Radio playin' through the screen.
Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain’t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.
Every night I watch you hard
A hidin' here iin the wreckin' yard
Sittin' in a rusty truck
Lettin' mosquitoes eat me up.
Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain’t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.
Oh, Wilma Lou, you’re too far away
So I sneak up behind his Chevrolet
I hunker down here in the weeds
A little closer so I can see.
I hear the June bugs in the night
See you in the front porch light
I’m goin' home, I’ve had enough
God sake Wilma Lou get up.
Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain’t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.
Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain’t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind…