When I Say,

It’s not because your ass is fat

It’s not because you’re silly
And it's not because you’re chest is flat


I don’t care if you have two teeth

Or even that your hair is messed

But handling our fifteen children

Has left you some what stressed


And it’s not because your bow legged

Or that you’re built close to the ground

It’s not because I could make money on you
Selling your beef, for just ten cents a pound



Oh baby, when I Say,

Its not because of the hairy legs and armpits too

Nor is it that stupid laugh you have

And it’s not the hell you’ve put me through


It’s not because of your razor sharp toenails

Or those nasty calluses on your feet

It’s not the constant headaches that you get
That makes me want to go out and cheat



Sweetheart, when I Say,

You’ll always be my queen bee

You’ve become the perfect Valentine

Because you are so much like me

Written by:   Tom Hutchinson
aka WILDTHING
2/09/06
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