The Perfect Woman
The Perfect Woman
“She loved me- she loved me not”
And she sung “Stand by Your Man”
When the moment was right
She would wiggle a bit
Taking my manly hand
Of course she could cook
I married her biscuits
I did I did I did
The perfect women the one I married
Her voice no longer gets mad
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