She's got that easy look Anytime you're ready kind of easy look She wears that look for every man to see, it's killing me 'Cause that woman with that easy look belongs to me She sits there at the bar Her feelings standing bare Open as a see-through dress She always wears She's got that, come on look Her eyes, an open book She knows I know But I don't think she really cares She's got that easy look That anytime you're ready kind of easy look She wears that look for every man to see, Lord, it's killing me 'Cause that woman with that easy look belongs to me That woman with that easy look belongs to me