Ain'T Love Grand

I met you in the springtime In the merry month of May I didn't care that you were old Or that your hair was grey I didn't care you had no teeth Or that you weighed a ton I brought you flowers and candy And then I called you 'hon.' I didn't care you'd been in jail For knocking off your spouse Or that you wore an ankle bracelet And couldn't leave your house The fact you smoke three packs a day And drink a quart of gin Just made me want to leave my wife So we could live in sin But of all the joyous attributes That you bestow on me The thing I love in about you the most Is the fact you won the lottery