She's smooth as a gravel on a road side creek bank Sweet as a flower on a knotty pine casket She's hot as fire on the end of a cigarette Rich as a church's wednesday night basket And there ain't no man who, who can get his head around it
She's sharp as the blade on a ? of man's knife Sour as an apple in a home made pie Mean as a snake in a small town zoo Ain't nobody that could ever get to her heart
She's bright as the moon on a hung over morning Clean as the mouth of a welfare, baby She's slick as the leather on a cowgirls's holster Quick as the tongue on a Johnny come lately And there ain't no man who ever gonna win that lady
She's pure as the water in a golf course pond Safe as a tiger with a fifty dollar bond She's deep as the soul of a worn out shoe Ain't nobody that could fall into her arms
Proud as a loser in a locker room Sober as a drink of homemade wine Sturdy as a trailer in a hurricane Sweet as the smell of turpentine
She's real as a movie with a happy ending Frickle as a bulb on a dashboard light She's pretty as snow on Easter Sunday Silly as a girl who can't make up her mind And there ain't no man who can look her in the eye
She's sad as the smile on a birthday clown Busy as a saddle in a one horse town Straight as a picture on a blind man's wall Ain't nobody that could make her fall apartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
