| She don’t like her eggs all runny
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| She thinks crossin’her legs is funny
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| She looks down her nose at money
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| She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
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| She’s my baby I’m her honey
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| I’m never gonna let her go He ain’t got laid in a month of Sundays
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| I caught him once and he was sniffin’my undies
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| He ain’t too sharp but he gets things done
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| Drinks his beer like it’s oxygen
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| He’s my baby
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| And I’m his honey
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| Never gonna let him go In spite of ourselves
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| We’ll end up a’sittin’on a rainbow
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| Against all odds
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| Honey, we’re the big door prize
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| We’re gonna spite our noses
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| Right off of our faces
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| There won’t be nothin’but big old hearts
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| Dancin’in our eyes.
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| She thinks all my jokes are corny
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| Convict movies make her horny
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| She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
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| Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
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| She takes a lickin'
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| And keeps on tickin'
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| I’m never gonna let her go.
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| He’s got more balls than a big brass monkey
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| He’s a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
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| Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
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| Payday comes and he’s howlin’at the moon
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| He’s my baby I don’t mean maybe
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| Never gonna let him go In spite of ourselves
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| We’ll end up a’sittin’on a rainbow
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| Against all odds
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| Honey, we’re the big door prize
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| We’re gonna spite our noses
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| Right off of our faces
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| There won’t be nothin’but big old hearts
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| Dancin’in our eyes.
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| In spite of ourselves |