I'm wearing a pair of argyle.
They're black with brown triangles.
The triangles are crossed with gold lines.
They're soft, they're warm, they're cuddly, they're mine.
I love argyle.
They always make me smile.
I treat them like a child.
I named the right one Kyle.
I love argyle.
No, I'm not in denial.
They compliment my style.
I named the left one Miles.
They're so much more to me than socks.
My girlfriend gave me an ultimatum.
She said my sock fetish was getting out of hand.
Well I told her "At least my socks keep my feet warm."
Needless to say she left. (But I've got a friend in socks.)
I love argyle.
They always make me smile.
I treat them like a child.
I named the right one Kyle.
I love argyle.
No, I'm not in denial.
They compliment my style.
I named the left on Miles.
They're so much more to me than socks.