I feel like he is singing to UNAVERZ.
I like the devil in your chin
I even like the tricky way you grin
Still you ain’t nowhere, you ain’t no kind of catch
Do-gone you woman, your socks don’t match
Your teeth, have that pearly white, yeah
Your lips are sweet, and they pucker right, yes!
You’re the kind to lift my latch
But dog-gone baby, your socks don’t match
The shoes you wear, oh they reveal your holes
Seems that both of ’em are a different hue
They seem to be strangers, baby . Why don’t you amalgamate and get them things together
I think that you should introduce it too. Yeah, you’ve gotta do them kind of things.
You’ve got the eyes, yes, they’re lovely blue, hmm hmm
You’ve got a fine pug nose and I go for that too
Though you’re the best of all, yes, you’re the finest of all the batch, hmm
Woman! Forget it. Skip It! Your socks don’t match.
No no, your socks don’t match
Change for a time, will ya?