The Pants

Lyrics

Brad Paisley

Thirty six, thirty two, boot cut with a Skoal ring
Grease stains, 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 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 lace and frills
With your big old legs, 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 three fifty
A little thing like her can barely lift the bar
Just wait until 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
Well, 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

Written by CHRIS DUBOIS, BRAD PAISLEY, TIM OWENS
Published by BUG MUSIC

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