Collards is green
my dogs name is Blue
and Im so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blues
and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You aint got no scales
but I luv you anyway.
Yore as satisfyn as okry
jist a-fryn in the pan.
Yore as fragrant as snuff
right out of the can.
You have soma yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when were in a crowd.
On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, Im 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
yore there fer yore man,
to patch up lifes troubles
and fix what you can.
Yore as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin overhead.
You aint 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;
Aint nuttin I lack.
Yore complexion, its perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin.
Me n yous like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentines Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
its romantic that way.
Some men git roses
on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger.
Thats 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 wont do.
Cause yore too special,
you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds…
Its a new trollin motor!!