Coffee, Crosses and Leather

[Verse 1 – Laid-back swagger] Sun’s up slow, smell of smoke and pine, Donna’s out front with her “Jesus” sign. We walk in grinnin’, hair a mess, She clutches her pearls, “Y’all possessed!” [Chorus – Playful, gritty] Coffee, crosses, and leather boots, Tryin’ to look holy in our Sunday suits. Donna’s prayin’, but baby, we know— Ain’t enough water in that church to go! Coffee, crosses… bless my soul! [Verse 2 – Biker twang tease] Aiken smirks, wipes grease off his hands, I wink at him—Lord, she don’t stand a chance. Her eyes go wide, “Y’all smell like sin!” Damn right, Donna—where do I begin? [Chorus – Handclaps, gang vocals] Coffee, crosses, and leather boots, Tryin’ to look holy in our Sunday suits. Donna’s screamin’, “Sweet Jesus, no!” Guess she heard the echoes from the woods last night, though! [Bridge – Call & Response, rowdy bar vibe] (Call) "Donna’s prayin’!" (Response) "Bless her heart!" (Call) "We’re still sinnin’!" (Response) "Damn good start!" (Call) "Pine trees shakin’!" (Response) "Glory be!" (Both) "Praise the Lord for this outlaw heat!" [Verse 3 – Slow & sly] Pass the sugar, pass me a grin, She don’t know half the trouble we’re in. Aiken leans close, whispers low— “Round two, babe, when the sun gets low.” [Final Chorus – Full outlaw swagger] Coffee, crosses, and leather boots, We play the game, but we know the truth. Holy water won’t cool this fire, We’ll meet in the pines ‘til we both expire! Coffee, crosses… bless my soul! [Outro – Guitar lick fade + laughter] Bless it twice, baby… And pass the damn cream. Mmmmmmhh...