Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead. 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'. 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. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I cannot accept, And the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill today because they pissed me off. They may be connected to the ass that I may have to kiss tomorrow. And it seems that people are trying to piss me off, That it takes 42 muscles to frown and only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me. The future of our world will be run by these people .