Lyrics

Her Cowboy Does Her Nails

Her cowboy does her nails, grandfather pays her bills.
She says a man'll drive her crazy lookin' after other girls.
She brings me little presents, bits of art from 'round the world,
she fills my home with sweet things, she's just that kinda girl.
She's a sweet soul, a long way from home.

She dances like a willow in a gentle summer breeze.
She carries little pillows for the fellows she leaves stranded on their knees.
She wraps herself so soft in silky thongs and little threads,
says she's not impreessed with pretty boys, a pretty wise man turns her head.
Sweet soul, why you followin' me home?

CHORUS 1
Sweet, sweet soul, what you walkin' in my home?
The way you talk o' takin' care o' me got me thinkin' I been alone too long.
I'm just a simple man tryin' to make it on my own,
I'm no match for your silk-screenin' song.
Hey, sweet soul, what you talkin' in my home?
END OF CHORUS 1

I know just where she stands, she walks and talks it like it is.
She's loyal to her friends, blows her enemies away with a sweet, forgivin' kiss.
She goes to church on Sunday to keep from goin' astray,
back to work on Monday, works too hard for too little pay,
she's a sweet soul just tryin' to make her way.

Her momma gave her milk & honey, her daddy gave her pride.
She prefers a man with money, but she's always been a faithful bride.
She don't need no sugar daddy, she can make it on her own,
she likes a kitchen full o' candy, but her spirit is her home.
She's a sweet soul, just tired o' takin' on this world alone.

CHORUS 2
Sweet, sweet soul, what you cookin' in my home?
The way you're takin' care o' me got me thinkin' I been alone too long.
I'm just a simple man tryin' to make it on my own,
I'm no match for your silk-screenin' song.
Yeah, sweet soul, why you so good lookin' in my home?
END OF CHORUS 2


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