(Composição: Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill, Frank Beard) Is it you again outside, Just banging on the front door? You say you had enough, Now you're coming' back for more, But that's alright. I said that that's alright. I may not want to admit it, I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe. Now I don't mind when you send money and bring your girlfriends with you, But how could one be so thoughtless to try and handle less than two? But that's alright. I said that that's alright, baby. I may not want to admit it, I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe. Now I'm tellin' everybody It seems too good to be true: Sweet things can always get sweeter. I know mine did, how about you? Yes, it's alright. I said, yes it is, that's alright. I may not want to admit it, I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe
