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. Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'. Despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'. 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 won't do.