Counting fireflies

She's smooth as velour

Boots are nearly worn

Behind the backdoor

She keeps her Daddy warm

But when she danced

The monkey filled her pants

She sang my song

I swear it was all wrong... yes it was

I've been counting fireflies

She's older than she says

The moon above is weeping

For she ain't in my bed

She paints a soft store

Behind the old woodshed, alright

She called my Papa

And swore that I was dead

So when she lies

My Mother filled her thigh

So I was dead

And this is what I said

Sing it with me!

I've been counting fireflies

She's bolder than she says

The moon above is weeping

For she ain't in my bed

For she ain't in my bed

For she ain't in my bed

For she ain't in my bed