Collards are green, my dog's name
is Blue
And I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flappin in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass, which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales but I luv you that way.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth for which I am proud.
I hold my
head high when we're in a crowd.
On special occasions, when you shave underarms,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven and awed by
yore charms.
Still them fellers at work, they all want to
know,
What I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man,
To patch
up life's troubles and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a
junebug a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth like a
plaid flannel shirt,
You spark up my life more'n a fresh load of
dirt.
When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete. Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore
complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'
Despite
all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n'
you's like a moon pie with a RC cold drank,
We go together like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate for a Valentine's Day,
They git it at Walmart, it's romantic
that way.
Some men git roses on that special day
From
the cooler at Krogers, that's impressive, I say.
Some men
buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are
forever", they explain, suave and couth.
But for this
man, honey, these things just won't do.
Cause yo're too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste
nor odor, more useful than diamonds....
