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 Well, 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 Well, 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