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In Spite of Ourselves

John Prine

In Spite of Ourselves

01.01.1999

70

Rock,Country

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: John Prine] 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 [Verse 2: Iris Dement] 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 I'm never gonna let him go [Chorus: Both] 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 [Verse 3: John Prine] She thinks all my jokes are corny Convict movies make her horny She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs She takes a lickin' And keeps on tickin' I'm never gonna let her go [Verse 4: Iris Dement] He's got more balls than a big brass monkey He's a whacked out weirdo 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 [Chorus: Both] [Outro: John Prine] In spite of ourselves
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