Dwight Yoakam at the Ryman tonight and I'm already useless before my first coffee — this skirt keeps creeping up my thighs under the café table and I keep letting it. Tell me what song you'd want on my mind during the encore, naughty boy.
Dwight Yoakam at the Ryman tonight and I'm already useless before my first coffee — this skirt keeps creeping up my thighs under the café table and I keep letting it. Tell me what song you'd want on my mind during the encore, naughty boy.
Couldn't sleep with tomorrow's show on my mind, so the whole closet ended up on the bed and this mesh top is the only survivor — not much else made the cut either. Tell me honestly if it even counts as dressed, my secret lover.
The witch costume is officially retired and these ghost lights are coming down before he wakes up — this shirt didn't get the memo about staying down. Tell me you'd steady the chair, naughty boy.
The third bar on the Demonbreun crawl has a bathroom mirror that doesn't lie and a witch costume that stopped trying two drinks ago — he thinks I'm watching movies at my sister's. Tell me what you'd dare me to leave alone before the next stop, naughty boy.
Found a dark wing of the Parthenon nobody's wandered into yet and this goddess costume gave up on decency somewhere between the tarot table and here. Come find me before the tour group comes back, little deviant.
Sneaked out the back door of his Halloween party five minutes ago and this costume gave up the second the porch light found it. Come see what the dark end of the yard looks like, little deviant.
He thinks I'm at the spa getting ready for tonight's HARDY show — really I've been in front of this mirror for an hour deciding if this costume even counts as one. Tell me if you'd recognize me in the crowd, naughty boy.
He left for work early and the hallway's all mine — tonight it's Shenandoah at the Ryman and this blouse keeps losing arguments with my bra. How many buttons would you let me get away with at the office, my needy admirer?
Snuck out of the office to find boots for the Opry tonight and this fitting room curtain doesn't quite close all the way. Be honest — does this blouse even make it out of here buttoned, naughty boy?
Frankenstein with the symphony tonight and I'm still arguing with the mirror about what goes under my coat. Tell me what you'd dare me to leave at home, little deviant.