Pink Leather Boots

He had a long day and a long drive
Had a bad year and a lonely life
He pulled into the town at half past five
Saw «dancing girls!» On the neon sign
Truck stop shower, pomade, and a comb
Going-out-shoes and cheap cologne
Packed his bag in the truck, walked across the road
Stopped in for a look at the local show
Well she was rolling on the stage when he walked inside
Red hair on the floor and one leg up high
He thought she probably tastes like strawberry milk
She wore pink leathr boots and not much else
Pink leathr boots and not much else
He got himself a beer from a girl at the bar
His mind starts racing and he’s seeing stars
Now she’s shaking her hips, now she’s on the floor
If this isn’t love, honey, what’s love for?
He’s digging in his pocket for a pile of cash
Gonna buy her a big pink Cadillac
Gonna drive her around with the seats way back
And those pink leather boots up on the dash
Pink leather boots up on the dash
Now the future spreads before him like a highway in his head
He’ll take her home to meet his mom, he’ll take her out to meet his friends
And still she’ll have those pink boots on when they cuddle up in bed
Those pink leather boots and not much else
Pink leather boots and not much else
Well he’s thinking about rings and a house he’d build
A big Texas farm with a couple of children
A roadside stand and a herd of cows
Selling pink leather boots and strawberry milk
Pink leather boots and strawberry milk
(Pink leather boots)
Oh my
I like your boots
Dusty