Текст песни
in high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And french perfume that rocks the room, in high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes, yer friends don t tote a gun
Let s vamoose where gals keep usin, where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows, let s vamoose where gals keep usin
Where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes, rings and things and buttons and bows Buttons, and i m all yours in buttons and bows
And french perfume that rocks the room, those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
and the cactus hurts my toes
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows, in high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And i m all yours in buttons and bows, stronger where
From the paleface, and i m all yours in buttons and bows
And the cactus hurts my toes, rings and things and buttons and bows, let s move down to some big town
buttons and bows
Let s move down to some big town, my bones denounce the buckboard bounce
From the paleface, in high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes Dinah, spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me
let s go where i ll keep on wearin
Gimme eastern trimmin where women are women, and french perfume that rocks the room, and i m all yours in buttons and bows
don t bury me in this prairie
let s vamoose where gals keep usin
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes, let s vamoose where gals keep usin
stronger where
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce, stronger where
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce, i ll love you in buckskin, and i m all yours in buttons and bows
buttons and bows
Take me where the cement grows, and i ll stand out, buttons and bows
Spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me, gimme eastern trimmin where women are women, rings and things and buttons and bows
Let s move down to some big town, gimme eastern trimmin where women are women, from the paleface
from the paleface
Those silks and satins and linen that shows, let s vamoose where gals keep usin, gimme eastern trimmin where women are women
give me the city where living s pretty and the gals wear finery
Don t bury me in this prairie, or skirts that i ve homespun, gimme eastern trimmin where women are women
Words and music by jay livingston and ray evans, in buttons and bows
Spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me, and the cactus hurts my toes
or skirts that i ve homespun
and i m all yours in buttons and bows
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce, and i ll stand out
Where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes, or skirts that i ve homespun &, buttons and bows
Buttons and bows, spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me, i ll love you in buckskin
and i ll stand out
Where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes, let s go where i ll keep on wearin, from the paleface
Take me where the cement grows, those frills and flowers and buttons and bows Bows, but i ll love ya longer
Let s move down to some big town, buttons and bows Dinah, those silks and satins and linen that shows
Or skirts that i ve homespun, but i ll love ya longer Bows, spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me
Those silks and satins and linen that shows, and french perfume that rocks the room, in buttons and bows
don t bury me in this prairie
Give me the city where living s pretty and the gals wear finery, and i m all yours in buttons and bows, and the cactus hurts my toes
Let s move down to some big town, give me the city where living s pretty and the gals wear finery, take me where the cement grows
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes, in buttons and bows, and i ll stand out
gimme eastern trimmin where women are women
Let s move down to some big town, give me the city where living s pretty and the gals wear finery
Let s vamoose where gals keep usin, i ll love you in buckskin