Tom: C
Introdução:
C
She don't like her eggs all runny, She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
F C
She looks down her nose at money, She gets it on like the Easter Bunny,
G C
She's my baby, I'm her honey, I ain't never gonna let her go.
C
He ain't got laid in a month of sundays,
C
caught him once he was sniffing my undies
F C
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done, drinks his beer like its oxygen
C F C
In spite of ourselves, we'll end up sittin' on a rainbow
G C F
Against all odds, Honey we're the big door prize, we?re gonna spite, our
C G
noses right off of our faces, There won't be nothing but big old hearts
C
dancing in our eyes.
C
She thinks all my jokes are corny, Convict movies make her horny,
F C
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs, swears like a sailor when she
shaves her legs.
G C
She takes a lickin', and keeps on tickin', Never gonna let her go
C
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey,
C
He's a whacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie
F C
Sly as a fox, Crazy as a loon, Payday comes and he's a-howling at the moon,
G C
He's my baby, I don't mean maybe, Never gonna let him go
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