Daring Denim

Awe but man! She is a looker! Don’t know if she’s someone’s honey, Or a chargin’ hooker. She’s struttin’ her stuff down town in her Lees, jeans so tight, they’ve locked her knees.. Must be wearin’ all that makeup just to hide the pain, a price she pays for the attention gain.. Three inch spikes and hopin’ she don’t slip, Cause them blue jeans just bound to rip! Squeezing into them must have been a trick, Now to peel and pry them off, She’ll have to use a stick… Sure got this fellow to lookin’! Can’t say that I ain’t ! Wow! Is there such a thing as denim colored paint?!!