Do not bend forward in those jeans so tight,
Pale flesh that shouldn’t see the light of day;
Lace, lace against your skin so soft and white.

Those shapely, rounded, squatting hips invite
My roving eye, lured in and led astray;
Do not bend forward in those jeans so tight.

Stretched denim curving, arcing out of sight,
With squeaking stitches pulled in every way,
Lace, lace against your skin so soft and white.

Hip hugging waist, cut low just to excite
With frills and panty lines all on display
Do not bend forward in those jeans so tight.

Battles rage inside; what’s wrong? what’s right?
Hot blood and seething mud pools boil away.
Lace, lace against your skin so soft and white.

So how am I supposed to sleep at night?
Disturbed, confused, my mind in disarray
Do not bend forward in those jeans so tight
Lace, lace against your skin so soft and white.