Yore hair is like cornsilk, A-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's, And without all them 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 graceful as okry, Jist a-dancin' in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as SunDrop, Right out of the can.

You have all yore teeth, For which I am proud;
I hold my head high when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions, when you shave yore armpits,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven! - I'm plumb outta my wits.

And speakin' of wits, You've got plenty fer shore.
'Cuz you married me, back in '74.

Still them fellers at work, They all want to know,
What I did to deserve such a purty, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape, Yo're there fer yore man,
To patch up life's troubles, And stick 'em in the can.

Yo're as strong as a four-wheeler, Racin' through the mud,
Yet fragile as that sanger, Named Naomi Judd.

Yo're as cute as a junebug, A-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like no far ant, Upon which I oft' tread.

Cut from the best pattern, Like a flannel shirt of plaid,
You sparked up my life, Like a Rattletrap shad.

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'.

And when you get old, Like a '57 Chevy,
Won't put you on blocks, And let grass grow up heavy.

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.

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 will not do.
For you are too special, You sweet thang you.

I got you a gift, Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds;

It's a new trollin' motor!