She's got that easy look
Anytime you're ready kind of 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 the, come on look
He eyes, an open book
She knows I know
But I don't think she really cares.

She's got that easy look
Anytime you're ready kind of look
She wears that look for every man to see, it's killing me
'Cause that woman with that easy look belongs to me.

That woman with that easy look belongs to me...