Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Chase Black
Songwriter
Lyrics
Oh, her Sunday best, it seemed so civil
But now her skin-tight dress just sinned a little
And I was under impressions, Lord
That I begot and belayed my concerns
But then again, by design, my mind is fickle
I can't sleep, come help me solve this riddle
And I was under impressions, girl
That you'd allot every bit of your word
And all she wanted to wear was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted to move
All she wanted to wear was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me, too
All she wanted to bring was her
All she wanted, oh like they're something to lose
All she wanted to bring was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me, too
All she wanted, oh how she wanted to move
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me
'Can I have this dance?' she asked with vigor
A strap loose, her tattoo caught me quicker
And I was learning my lesson, Lord
But I forgot everything that I heard
She never second-guessed
Never reconsidered
That I could feel some, too
I could be the mister
To sashay, glissade my way
To the place where there's been no man before
And out of due respect
I had subtle fingers
And hers went down my neck
Now they seemed so eager
Oh, I was out on the dance floor
Done for
Just looking for a way to get more
When she said my name
Oh, it came in whispers
And how I like that sound
It just made me figure
That I was waiting for no one else
Like I'm the last of a cigarette burn
And all she wanted to wear was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted to move
All she wanted to wear was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me, too
All she wanted to bring was her
All she wanted, oh like they're something to lose
All she wanted to bring was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me, too
And all she wanted to wear was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted to move
All she wanted to wear was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me, too
All she wanted to bring was her
All she wanted, oh like they're something to lose
All she wanted to bring was her
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me, too
All she wanted, oh how she wanted to move
All she wanted, oh how she wanted me
Writer(s): Bobby Chase Black
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