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Kudzu is green,
my dog's name is Blue Yore hair
is like cornsilk, a-flapping in the breeze. You move like
the bass, which excite me in May. You're as
graceful as okry, jist a-dancin' in the pan. You have all
yore teeth, for which I am proud; On special
occasions, when you shave yore armpits, And speakin'
of wits, you've got plenty fer shore. Still them
fellers at work they all want to know, Like a good
roll of duct tape, yo're there fer yore man, Yo're as strong
as a four-wheeler racin' through the mud, Yo're as cute
as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead. Cut from the
best pattern like a flannel shirt of plaid, When you hold
me real tight like a padded gunrack, Yore complexion,
it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'. And when you
get old like a '57 Chevy, Me 'n' you's
like a Moon Pie, with a RC cold drank, Some men,
they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day; Some men git
roses on that special day, From the cooler at Kroger. Some men
buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth. But for this
man, honey, these will not do. I got you
a gift, without taste nor odor, |