He Left It In His Other Pants

He Left It In His Other Pants
Words & music By Liz Mandville Greeson
He was handsome, he was charming
Asked me out, so disarming
So I figured I’d give him a chance
But my face was red when all was done & said
Because he left it in his other pants
First he took me to a restaurant
Said order anything you want
& gave me a smoldering glance
but when the waiter brought the bill
there was a definite chill
I guess he’d left it in his other pants
He left it in his other pants, He was a victim of circumstance
No he could not recall it, just where he’d left his wallet
I guess he’d left it in his other pants
Then we went on to the club, Just to cut a little rug
He was ready & willing to dance
But if you’ve got rhythm I beg you give him some cos he left his in his other pants
I guess he’d left it in his other pants
he left his in his other pants, don’t encourage the gentleman’s dance
he talked so sweet as he trampled my feet
I guess he’d left it in his other pants
In spite of all he had charmed me
Provoked & alarmed me
The night paved the way for romance
But when the time was at hand, he could not make a stand
I guess he’d left it in his other pants
He left it in his other pants I guess he’d left it in his other pants
It sure was a drag he could not raise the flag
I guess he’d left it in his other pants