She Thinks My Camel's Sexy
Lyrics by: Remy
Music by: K. Chesney
Plowing these dunes on my big caravan
Sand in my shoes and in my turban
When my eyes catch a lady
What a sight to see

She says she needs a ride, says she wants to go places
She wants to go to Kroger and to the oasis
But look at her face
Well, the part you can see

She thinks my camel's sexy
She thinks it's really grand
She always wants to kiss me
While I'm plowing the sand

I used to think she liked me for the towel on my head
It's odd that she's attracted to a quadruped
Finally a girl I try to kiss who doesn't hit me
She thinks my camel's sexy

We ride back and forth 'til the sky turns black
Bang a U-turn and head back to Iraq
Climb up in a loft
Sit and talk with a radio on

She says she has a dream, says she wants a little daughter
And a mode of transportation that can drink a lot of water
And one more teeny weeny ride
Before I take her home

She thinks my camel's sexy
She think it is the best
She always wants to kiss me
Then go drink some coffee

I used to think she liked me for the towel on my head
It's odd that she's attracted to a quadruped
Finally a girl I try to kiss who doesn't hit me
She thinks my camel's sexy