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Collards is 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 flapping in the breeze. Softer than Blue's and without all dem fleas.
You move like the Bass, which excite me in May. You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a fry'n in da pan. Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of da 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 under yore arms, 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 than 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 Valentine's Day; They git it at Wal Mart, it's romantic dat way.
Some men git roses on that special day From the cooler at Kroger. "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 won't do. Cause yor'e too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor, More useful than diamonds . . It's a new Trolling Motor!
Now, dat "IS" LUV and I don't care who you are!! |
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