Текст песни Shrimp Boots - Taylor Nauta

My Cajun baby's got a smile
That never fails to drive me wild
She's got her own kind of style
Turns every head for a country mile But I've never seen her look as cute
As she does when she's got nothing On

But her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit, y'all

She grew up on Bayou Manchac
Sells them crawfish by the forty Pound sack
She loves a home-made sazerac
If I line 'em up she'll knock 'em back
She struts her stuff when she hears Wayne Toups. Dancing in the living Room wearing nothing

But her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit, y'all

No heels, no pearls, no cocktail Dresses. The way I love my girl best Is
When she's got nothing on
When she's got nothing on

But her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots
And her birthday suit, y'all

Oh, and that's all