She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
Gets it on like the easter bunny
She's my baby, I'm her honey
Never gonna let her go.
He ain't got laid in a month of sundays
Caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp, but he gets things done
And he drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby, don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves,
We'll end up sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds, honey, we're the big door prize
And we're gonna spite our noses right off of our faces
There wont be nothin' but big ole hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when she's shavin' her legs
Takes a lickin', keeps on a-tickin'
Never gonna let her go.
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a whacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie
He's sly as a fox, and crazy as a loon
When payday comes, and he's a-howlin' at the moon
He's my baby, sure don't mean a-maybe
Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves,
We'll end up sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds, honey, we're the big door prize
And we're gonna spite our noses right off of our faces
There wont be nothin' but big ole hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big ole hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
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