Yore complexion, it's perfection, Like the best vinyl sidin'. Despite all the years, Yore age, it keeps hidin'. And when you get old, Like a '57 Chevy, Won't put you on blocks, And let grass grow up heavy. With a RC cold drank, We go together, Like a skunk goes with stank. 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. For you are too special, You sweet thang you.