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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 them fleas. |
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You move like the bass, that 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 the pan. Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can. |
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You have some'a yore teeth. For which I am proud; I hold my head high when we're out in a crowd. |
On special occasions when you shave under yore arms, well, I'm in hawg heaven. and awed by yore charms. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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 that way. |
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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. |
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But for this man, honey, these 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.... IT'S A NEW TROLL'N' MOTOR!! |
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Luv, from yor romeo P.S. I think that yore slicker'n snot on a door nob. |
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