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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. You move like the bass, Which 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. You have some'a yore teeth, For which I am proud; I hold my head High When we're in a crowd. On special occasions When you shave under yore arms, Well, I'm 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 Yo're there fer yore man, To patch up life's troubles And fix what you can. 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. 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'. 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 just 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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