The pretty girl
in the satin dress,
starts mocking me me
when I don’t look my best.
She doesn’t care I’ve been out
workin’ up the land.
Tryin’ to feed my family;
doin’ what I can.
She thinks she knows best
how a man should look.
She subscribes to GQ,
but that’s not my style book.
So how can she be
a personal shopper for me?
She can’t match my faded blue jeans
with my v-necked Ts.
She’ll try to dress me up;
‘cuz she knows I’m handsome but…
How can she be
a personal shopper for me?
I’ll have to admit
I can clean up real nice.
When I’m not in my work clothes
I make the women look twice.
Yup, most women say
my tux makes me looks great.
Maybe not 007.
But certainly 008.
But I’m not into
what lots of women say.
I’m a one woman man
and I like it that way.
So why would she be
a personal shopper for me?
She can’t match my v-necked Ts
with my faded blue jeans.
She may try to dress me up;
she knows I’m handsome but…
How can she be
a personal shopper for me?
She’d like dress me up;
but looking good for her’s enough…
So maybe, privately,
she’ll shop personally for me.
Or maybe, privately,
she’ll dress
to impress
only me.