Written for a contest, ountry music lyrics. |
You’re Not Gods Gift I may be a little overweight, it’s true And sometimes I don’t fold your socks the way you want me to. Our house may be a mess, Of this I can confess, But baby, you’re not Gods gift either. My hair may be a little out of place You sit there and you scrutinize each wrinkle on my face And just the other day I burned your steak and had to pay, But darling, you’re not God’s gift either. Just look at your nose, I hate your style of clothes, Your loving leaves a lot to be desired. Your mouth stays open when you eat, You pee around the toilet seat And thanks to Bud you have a big spare tire! Some woman called today and asked if you were home So surprised, when I answered, she hung up the phone. Now you say our love life’s lacking, and that’s the reason You’re tom cattin’. I don’t buy that, You’re not God’s gift either. You’re missing several teeth, I hate your smelly feet, Your snoring keeps me up, so I’m always tired. I wonder where you get the nerve To say it’s you I don’t deserve If good sense were your boss he’d have you fired! You say I’m not as pretty as I used to be. And anywhere but in my arms is where you want to be. If you dropped dead tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to cry, Cause Honey, you’re not God’s gift either. No sugar, you’re not God’s… gift… either…. |