(Guys Part)
She dont like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the easter bunny
Shes my baby, i'm her honey
Never gonna let her go
(Girls Part)
He aint got laid in a month o sundays
I caught him once nd he was sniffin my undies
He aint to sharp but he gets things done
He drinks his beer like it's oxygen
Hes my baby and i'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves,
We'll end up a sittin on a rainbow
Against all odds honey we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses right off of our faces
There wont be nothin but big ole hearts
Dancin in our eyes
(Guys Part)
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 shaved her legs
She takes a lickin but she keeps on tickin
I'm never gonna let her go
(Girls Part)
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a whacked out wierdo and a lovebug junkie
He's sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
When payday comes he's a howlin at the moon
But he's my baby, dont mean maybe
Never gonna let her go
In spite of ourselves,
We'll end up a sittin on a rainbow
Against all odds honey we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses right off of our faces
There wont be nothin but big ole hearts
Dancin in our eyes
In spite of ourselves,
We'll end up a sittin on a rainbow
Against all odds honey we're the big door prize
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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