Shorter the Skirt

Saturday night, down to the bar, goin’ to toss back a few
Walked, Lordy boys, there wasn’t nothin’ I could do
Stick in her hand, by the pool table, long, tan and lean
And her hemline wasn’t anywhere close to her knees

The shorter the skirt, the longer my confession

Now some men get up hung by a tiny little wasp waist
Other men fall victim to a pretty young face
A romantic man search for those deep soulful eyes
I always get tripped up by those dangerous thighs

The shorter the skirt, the longer my confession
The shorter the skirt, the longer my confession

My mama and my preacher they can tell right away
They rattle off scripture just to make me obey
But there’s nothing they do, Lord, there’s nothing they can say
A rockin’ pair of stems is always goin’ to make me stray

I turned around to leave, I was goin’ to head back home
I knew in my heart I’d be better off all alone
But I turned to look, there she was, bent over to shoot
Well what the hell, its just my soul, a small thing to lose

The shorter the skirt, the longer my confession
The shorter the skirt, the longer my confession