Feb 06, 2007 14:09
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate lordy there's the leaves
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I see a little rash and she licks her lips
Open up the ointment and spread a little on
Just look at her face she ain't follin' me
She thinks my rash is sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm scratching along
She likes the way it's spreading fast while we're walking up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my ointment brand
She's the only one who really understands how i got it
She thinks my rash is sexy
We ride back and forth until we run out of ointment
Take me to the barn tuck me in for the night
Climb up in the loft sit and talk with the ointment on
She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is
She wants a little rash and a arm full of redness
One more teeny weeny scratch before i take her home
She thinks my rash is sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm scratching along
She likes the way it's spreading while we're walking up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my ointment brand
She's the only one who really understands how i got it
She thinks my rash is sexy
Well she ain't into doctor's or webMD
But if it itches like a patch of dry skin man her eyes light up
She thinks my rash is....
She thinks my rash is sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm scratching along
She likes the way it's spreading while we're walking up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my ointment brand
She's the only one who really understands how i got it
She thinks my rash is sexy
She thinks my rash is sexy
She thinks my rash is sexy