Grace Potter's Legs (Tennessee Tapes)

I ain't mad, about what I have Cause the best, you know the best I've had Oh little girl, you're a tiltawhirl And the way you feel, gives me such a thrill Grace Potter's Legs are enough to make a dead man walk When they fix my mouth you know I can't talk O' Death Lay your head on my chest Well I was up this morning, with my hand on your lace Your lovely V, it put a smile on my face Life is pleasure but so much pain And without your love, it won't ever be the same Grace Potter's Legs are enough to make a dead man walk When they fix my mouth you know, I can't talk O' Death Lay your head on my chest Well I was feelin' nice, you know you treat me right And your legs are so strong, up all night long Out on the street or underneath our sheets You make me kneel, when you're in those heels Those high, high heels Grace Potter's Legs are enough to make a dead man walk When they fix my mouth you know, I can't talk O' Death Lay your head on my chest