Pick up yo pants

I was in her bedroom
And we were on her bed
My sweaty chest was heavin’
My cheeks were blushin’ red
We were finished rockin’
My clothes were on the floor
Sweaty and exhausted
I turned to her for more
I looked into her purty eyes
As deep as they could be
She opened up her purty mouth
Here’s what she said to me

Pick up your pants, she said.
While you’re at it, pick up the pace
Pick up your pants she said
You’re gonna leave this place
Pick up your pants, she said
And socks and boots and shirt
Pick up your pants, she said
I have to go to work.

(in progress)
They say that men all want one thing
And women all want twenty
Well Angie only wanted men
And wanted them a-plenty
She didn’t want their talkin’
Or their struttin’ or their tales
She only wanted that same thing
The same as all us males

Not really sure where it’s headed but it’s got a good twangy, country rhythm to it in my head.