Yo're as cute as a junebug, a-buzzin' overhead. Cut from da best pattern, lak a flannel shirt of plaid, Yew sparked up my life, like a Rattletrap shed. Yore complexion, it's perfection, lak da best vinyl sidin'. Despite all da years, yore age, it keeps hidin'. And when yew get old, lak a '57 Chevy, Won't put yew up on blocks, and let grass grow up heavy.
Some men buy fine diamonds, from a flea market booth.
But fer dis man, Honey, dese will not do. Fer yew are too special, yew Sweet Thang, yew.