Lyric Wilma Lou

(Bob McDill)

I watch you most every night
See you in the front porch lights
You and him sittin in a swing
Radio playin through the screen.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.

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Every night I watch you hard
A hidin here iin the wreckin yard
Sittin in a rusty truck
Lettin mosquitoes eat me up.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.

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Oh, Wilma Lou, you re too far away
So I sneak up behind his Chevrolet
I hunker down here in the weeds
A little closer so I can see.

I hear the June bugs in the night
See you in the front porch light
I m goin home, I ve had enough
God sake Wilma Lou get up.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain t your kind
He loves your body and not your mind...