<b>When She's On</b> by <i>Chris Young</i><br />


She turns every head coming down the sidewalk

In that red sundress that she just bought

Causing a traffic jam on a greenlight

A string of pearls showing off her suntan

And all those curls dancing ‘round her RayBans

If you think that’s something to see



You ought to see her when she’s on that front porch

In those cut-off jeans

And that Texas Longhorns t-shirt

Hair drying in the breeze

Humming along to some old Haggard song

You ought to see her when she’s on



Down at the office in those high heels

Looking like a million, closing big deals

She’ll remind the boys eyes are way up here

Yeah that’ll make you smile ear to ear



You ought to see her when she’s on that leather couch

Reading that fairy tale

To a sleepy eyed little girl

In pajamas and ponytails

Saying one day your prince charming will come along 

You ought to see her when she’s on



Oh you ought to see her when she’s on that front porch

In those old cut-off jeans

And that Texas Longhorns t-shirt

Smiling back at me

When you see her dressed to kill

And it drops your jaw

You ought to see her when she’s on that leather couch

Reading that fairy tale that’s when she’s on

That’s when she’s on that front porch 

In those old cut-off jeans

That’s when she’s on



Oh when she’s on

That’s when she’s on