It could be a black dress, high heels, ripped up, torn up, lucky jeans, or the covers in the morning. Her boy shorts and my favorite tee, unbuttoned, flannel laying on the floor, lingerie hanging off the back of the door, I swear, it don't matter what it is. She puts it on like it was made for her, the kind of thing you can't teach or learn. She puts it on on a Friday night, everything she does she does just right, it won't take long till you can't say no. She walks in, she's gonna steal the show, she puts it on and on and on and on, and she knows she can pull it off. Oh yeah. The way she wears my flat bill, way better than me, got me wanting everything underneath those blue eyes, looking back at me, looks like that can change everything, I swear. She puts it on like it was made for her, the kind of thing you can't teach or learn. She puts it on on a Friday night, everything she does she does just right, it won't take long till you can't say no. She walks in, she's gonna steal the show, she puts it on and on and on and on, and she knows she can pull it off. Oh yeah. Yeah, she knows she can pull it off. The home button plan laying on the floor, lingerie hanging off the back of the door, I swear, it don't matter what it is. She puts it on like it was made for her, the kind of thing you can't teach or learn. She puts it on on a Friday night, everything she does she does just right, it won't take long till you can't say no. She walks in, she's gonna steal the show, she puts it on and on and on and on, and she knows she can pull it off. Oh yeah. Yeah, she knows she can pull it off. Pull it off. Cause she knows she can pull it off. Yeah, she puts it on and on and on and on, cause she knows she can pull it off.