Easy Look

She's got that easy look

Anytime you're ready kind of easy look

She wears that look for every man to see, it's killing me

'Cause that woman with that easy look belongs to me

She sits there at the bar

Her feelings standing bare

Open as a see-through dress

She always wears

She's got that, come on look

Her eyes, an open book

She knows I know

But I don't think she really cares

She's got that easy look

That anytime you're ready kind of easy look

She wears that look for every man to see, Lord, it's killing me

'Cause that woman with that easy look belongs to me

That woman with that easy look belongs to me