Old Tyme Cooking ....... ❤️
sim: Kuulua's Bayou
uber: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Kuulua/20/103/23
Tune:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bRt13ygKwE
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny. She looks down her nose at money.
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny. She's my baby, I'm her honey. I'm never gonna let her go.
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays. I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done. Drinks his beer like it's oxygen. He's my baby, and I'm his honey. Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow. Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite Our noses right off of our faces. There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are corny. Convict movies make her horny. She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs.
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
She takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'.I'm never gonna let her go
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey. He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon. He's my baby, I don't mean maybe. Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves. We'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite Our noses right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite
Our noses right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes
In spite of ourselves
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: John Prine
In Spite of Ourselves lyrics © Weona Music
Old Tyme Cooking ....... ❤️
sim: Kuulua's Bayou
uber: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Kuulua/20/103/23
Tune:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bRt13ygKwE
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny. She looks down her nose at money.
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny. She's my baby, I'm her honey. I'm never gonna let her go.
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays. I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done. Drinks his beer like it's oxygen. He's my baby, and I'm his honey. Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow. Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite Our noses right off of our faces. There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are corny. Convict movies make her horny. She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs.
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
She takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'.I'm never gonna let her go
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey. He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon. He's my baby, I don't mean maybe. Never gonna let him go.
In spite of ourselves. We'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite Our noses right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite
Our noses right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes
In spite of ourselves
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: John Prine
In Spite of Ourselves lyrics © Weona Music