Yet fragile as that sanger Named Naomi Judd. 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 '67 Chevy, Won't put you on blocks And let grass grow up heavy. 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. For you are too special, You sweet thang you.