Excuse Me, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans You’re Wearing?

You say you know me
– Love me
– Need me
– Want me
But you keep stealing all my clothes.

And I say, “Girl,
there ain’t nothing
in my closet
for you.”

Got my heart in your hands
and my shirt on your back.
You can’t control it.

You don’t control it.

It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.

Yeah, I see it in your eyes.
Looking at my shoes and socks.
I feel it in my bones.
You wanna be inside my jeans.

I feel it in my soul.
Oh God, I know it in my soul.
Girl, you keep stealing all my clothes.
You can’t control it.

You don’t control it.

It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.

You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.

It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes.

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Excuse Me, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans You’re Wearing?

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