Friday, April 15, 2005
My Kentucky Queen
My lady has both her two front teeth
And never gives me too much grief
She always let's me hang out with the guys
Her sights a bit crooked, never quite sure where it lies
One leg is shorter than the other
Many confuse her, for her older brother
Whether it's the mustache or the muscles, I'm not sure
Her arms are full of long, not so beautiful, flowing fur
She drinks like there's a shortage of whisky and rum
I wouldn't say she's stupid, but she's bordering on dumb
She's a lazy couch potato, right down to the core
Eats so many pork rinds, may as well slaughter her a boar
I know some people look at me, like I am crazy
Wondering what it is, in her I see
I know my baby ain't perfect, not to any degree
But I'm telling ya, she's close enough for me
Her laugh sounds like a frog, choking on a chicken bone
Whenever she farts, she pumps her fist and let's out a groan
"That was a good one", she proclaims for all to hear
She always gets that way, after chuggin her eight beer
She's silly and she's quirky, and lacks a gentle touch
The way she chews her toe nails, doesn't bother me too much
She isn't very proper, no where near sophisticated
Lays host to many organisms and is heavily medicated
She's as bow-legged as a wishbone
Her hair is always mangled, as though it were wind blown
She's not a real sweet talker, she just mumbles all her thoughts
Her favorite porn is volume II, or space-sex with astronauts
She's quite a kinky number, she's always in the mood
Cotton candy-peanut butter sandwiches, is her favorite food
I don't know why I'm with her, or why we're still together
But the way she makes me feel, nobody could ever.....
Keep us apart, she'll be mine for eternity
Don't get all up-addy, and look at me crazy
I know she ain't perfect, not to any degree
But she's my baby, and she's close enough for me