Spurs

 

You've been acting strange, treating me nice,

That sweet little smile got me thinking twice,

When everything seems too right, there’s something wrong,

I think I like it better when you ride me with your spurs on.

 

You detailed my truck, inside and out,

Filled up the tank, what’s that all about?

Dropped the keys in my hand and said “go have some fun,”

I think I like it better when you ride me with your spurs on.

 

I’m the kind of man, who takes to a firm hand,

The whip is what I know, giddy-up, giddy-up, go.

 

You sent me a text, all lovey-dove,

And could I guess what you were thinking of,

Your picture made me blush, I’d never seen that thong,

I think I like it better when you ride me with your spurs on.

 

I’m the kind of man, who takes to a firm hand,

The whip is what I know, giddy-up, giddy-up, go.

 

Breakfast in bed, served with a grin,

What kind of spell have you put me in?

I know I’m gonna wake up screaming before long.

I think I like it better when you ride me with your spurs on.