Poor But Sexy

You had me feeling sheepish
Thinking that your skirt was too short
You were watching me averting my eyes
You’ve got me contemplating
Scratchy tweed and velvet lies

You said, "Let's keep it light"
Just some heavy petting and then, "Baby good night"
I would have settled for a kiss, simple and shy

But you had something else in mind

You were hotter than a pop tart baby
You were hotter than a pop tart baby

You and your Christian morals
Got me thinking I could get religion, maybe drink that sweet wine
But the way you treat me
Makes me feel like I'm standing in line

When I was making breakfast
The butter popped and burned me through my open shirt
You fastened me up,
And I thought that made me your lover

You were hotter than a pop tart baby
You were hotter than a pop tart baby

If you’re feeling alright, you’re probably just losing your mind
If you’re feeling uptight, you’ve got a grip on life