Lyrics

[Verse]
Well, I was drivin' down the backroad, saw a sight I ain't forget,
Kamala in the distance, in the tightest clothes she's met,
Wavin' like she's runnin', but in a really odd way,
I hollered out the window, "Girl, keep it to yourself, okay?"

[Verse]
She marched up to my truck, said, "What's your deal, my man?"
I said, "You're causin' quite the stir all across this land."
She looked confused a moment, then she laughed real loud,
Said, "Trust me, love, this style makes me mighty proud."

[Chorus]
Oh Kamala, Kamala, won't you save some dignity,
Your tight attire's spreadin' like wild TNT,
Cover up a little, don't need no grand display,
Oh Kamala, Kamala, keep it to yourself, okay?

[Verse]
Well, down at the diner, everyone's talkin' 'bout her flair,
How she's causin' all the fellas to stop and stare,
Even ol' Reverend Johnson raised an eyebrow high,
Said, "Lord have mercy, my oh my!"

[Verse]
Now I ain't tryin' to judge, wear what you feel is right,
But sometimes discretion is the better side of sight,
We've all got our quirks and our own unique way,
But Kamala, Kamala, save it for another day.

[Chorus]
Oh Kamala, Kamala, won't you save some dignity,
Your tight attire's spreadin' like wild TNT,
Cover up a little, don't need no grand display,
Oh Kamala, Kamala, keep it to yourself, okay?