She tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes she wore.
But I knew she'd never been astride my wall before.
I felt just like a musketeer, sent to meet a queen
And she knew that I had seen right through,… her ‘tight fittin' jeans’.
I asked her What's a woman, … like you,.. doin' around here?
I see you're used to real life. Can I buy you a virtual beer?
She said you've got me figured out, and I'm not who I seem
And if you’ve got a mind, I'll tell you 'bout these ‘tight fittin' jeans’.
She said “I married a good man, and I'm not used to poundin’ keys
But I've always dreamed of bein' some handsome biker’s squeeze.
So tonight, I leaving reality. Im here to seek my dreams,
And Wolfie, there's a tiger, in these ‘tight fittin' jeans’ “.
We flirted without conscience, and ‘Wow’ the jokes we knew.
I'm satisfied we did our best, her virtual dreams came true.
As she played out her fantasy, before my eyes it seemed,
A cowgirl biker came alive inside those ‘tight fittin' jeans’.
In my mind she's still a lady, that's all I'm gonna say.
I knew this horse’d been broken by the time we parted ways.
And I know I held more woman than any eyes have ever seen
That night I roled a lady sportin’ ‘tight fittin' jeans’.
Well, now she's back in her world, and I'm still stuck in mine.
But I know that I will always… remember that time.
That a northern cowboy once had held, a lovely virtual dream.
Lord, now I dream of a lady,.. sportin' ‘tight fittin' jeans’.
Thanks to Conway Twitty.
