She can downright get flat ugly When someone get's to stepping on her toes And a time or two I've heard her use A few choice words I didn't know she knows
She's pretty as a picture But let me tell you mister I can honestly say I'm glad she's not an angel I wouldn't want her flying away
She's a little hot-headed and a little high strung Goes off on me like a loaded gun She's so far from perfect She's absolutely perfect for me
She's the woman of my dreams She wasn't born with wings And I thank God each day I'm glad she's not an angel Wouldn't want her flying away
She can wear a pair of Wranglers 'Bout as well as any woman can And no she's not a cold one But she's been known to hold one in her hand
She's not prim & proper But I'd go off my rocker If she ever strayed I'm glad she's not an angel Wouldn't want her flying away
She's a little hot-headed and a little high strung Goes off on me like a loaded gun She's so far from perfect She's absolutely perfect for me
She's the woman of my dreams She wasn't born with wings And I thank God each day I'm glad she's not an angel Wouldn't want her flying away