paroles de chanson The Pants - Brad Paisley

Thirty-six, thirty-two, boot cut, with a skull ring
Grease-stained, bleach spots, and a hole in the knee
You say the man inside those Levi's don't take orders
She'll just have to realize you'll do as you damn well please
You wear the pants
Buddy, good for you
I'm so impressed
Yeah, whoopty-doo
You need to know
That ain't how it works
It's not who wears the pants
It's who wears the skirt
In the top drawer, of her dresser, there's some panties
Go try on that purple pair, with the lacy frill
With your big old thighs, I bet you can't get in 'em
With that attitude of yours, hell, I bet you never will
But you wear the pants
Buddy, good for you
I'm so impressed
Yeah, whoopty-doo
You need to know
That ain't how it works
It's not who wears the pants
It's who wears the skirt
A big old boy like you can probably bench 350
A little thing like her can barely lift the bar
Just wait 'til that woman has a headache
And she sits there with her legs crossed
Well, we'll see how strong you are
You wear the pants
Buddy, good for you
I'm so impressed
Yeah, whoopty-doo
You'll soon find out
That ain't how it works
It's not who wears the pants
It's who wears the skirt
You wear the pants
She'll wear the skirt